For Prize? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

For Prize?

Here, I sit to write,
To write well, read a lot.

Stories,
Poetries,
You name it!

At times I feel great,
But mostly, feel little.

What is it that I want?
Do I seek a prize?
Or is it for my kids?
For a world, in coming?
Good and bad around me?

For Arabs? Israel?
For deprived?
Orphaned kids?
Buffalo or the fish?

For nature?
Lush green?
Or cement?
Concrete?

Feel like a volcano…
Must spew…
My lava is burning!