Nassy Fesharaki

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Factory Of... - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Factory of…

I called him; my friend of old times
we had talk; commented:
'Once in hand a stick to fly the F5;
now in hand a stick, helps me walk.'

Retarded he feels now, retired.

Nags and whines:
'Life is not as it was in old days
with elders respected.

Feels being factory,
making shit.

Topic(s) of this poem: age


Comments about Factory Of... by Nassy Fesharaki

  • Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh (1/21/2016 6:07:00 AM)


    Life is not as it was in old days with elders respected. It becoming an universal truth, how the humankind degraded. It is a nice hot poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 21, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 21, 2016


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