Grey Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Grey

Put away ear muffs
Get out of pyjamas
Shove gloves on your hands
Find the boots, put them on
Bundled and well-dressed
Open door and get out…

Make sure door is closed
Face the world as you must
As has been all around…

Do not just sit on butts
Entrapped between walls
Nothing but complaints:
-everyone is wolf, beast
-like to die not to see
-Tell them go and F-off!

On the roads, in the parks
At corniche, and in farms
Encounter, see people
On the sides and corners…

Yes of course it is cold
Sky's height shrunk, short
Murals and painting are grey
Clouds too have lost way
As do the children in deserts
Lose track of trails…

Open eyes, see people
Hand in hand or alone
Some friendly with dogs
Many seem wandering
Either walk or race, run…

Life is there, at outdoor
You make your prison
No one must be blamed
Except you, yes yourself!