Feel Great Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Feel Great

To write books, articles,
Use AI and computers,
Enjoy that, feel great…

Tired of working too hard
Decide to take time off,
Stand by the window,
And watch my little birds.

Have used my patio,
As their park,
Set feeders.

Joyfully, I stare,
At the, their small legs,
They swing on the stick,
That I tied with threads.

That is when thoughts fly,
They go far, out of sight.

Do not care for borders,
Neither time nor space,
Nor care for the barriers.

Observe the galaxies,
And the bed of the seas,
Then climb the cliffs,
And look at the ravines.

There, too, are many birds,
The crows, and eagles,
And pigeons, and vultures,
Both I see and think of,
Grizzlies, Polar bears,
And the moose, and deer,
Greyhounds, cats, lions,
And the wolves' freedom.

My thoughts in formation,
Keep sending messages!

I ignore the genders,
Undress men, women,
And the need for shelter.

Am alone, loneliness,
Removes all the curtains,
Of social behavior.

Think and think,
Am shameless!

She becomes pregnant,
Comes time to deliver.

Study body parts,
With ages,
The parents,
And the child…

Act as if have a knife,
And table, and can cut,
Study, analyze,
Find myself surprised:
"How did they come about? "

Juxtapose the AI,
With every body part,
Then many animals,
And the earth and sky.

I whisper to myself:
"We, the selfish mankind,
Are nothing, not at all,
We must learn humbleness,
As did birds of Attar,
Progress to success,
Only is possible,
If we learn to share love,
Unite and become one…"

Then return to AI,
Restart my computer.