Fool Lentils Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fool lentils

In the pot
Swam the lentils
Happy to have matured
Ready to grow and give birth.

I heated the water
Hot, hotter to boiling
With bubbles…

Their skin shouted:
"Burning, burning! "

Greyish puff of peeled skin
Painted the water's surface.

But from the side
Came out something like a tongue.

It looked a turtles' head from the shell
And a Samurai's sword from the sheaf
And a tailor's scissors from folded cloth.

That is how the lentils wanted to germinate

Oh
How wrong
They stepped into death!

Do I think like a chef?