Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 76,271 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

In Wheelchair - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In wheelchair

shining sun and blue the sky
flying airplanes, formation
soldiers march
and sitting in wheelchair
veteran without legs.

Call him ex-officer.

In his mind a picture
his hand up to the rim of his cap
he answers a salute
and walks on checks soldiers
with smiles and frowns
as he must.

Here I, in my room
writing a script of Ian and Anton
and El Che
hear the radio:
“Refugees will arrive, Syrians…”
and I am an expert
but bounded in wheelchair of my kind…
it is pain…
it is shame…

Topic(s) of this poem: solitude

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 22, 2015

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