Kids Like Goats Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Kids Like Goats



Kids like Goats

Filled with hate, or dislike
I remained in the car
Wild, poor mind
Rebelled eye
It spied.

His head bent to the right
Holding phone raising hand,
Wearing light and short shorts
From school, walks back home.
Tennis-shoe without sock,
Looks like hoof.

In distance, like the boy is a girl
Coming back, almost same.

Memories
Memories
Memories

Memories doubtlessly dangerous
Act as ships, vehicles or planes
Dream-like fly one on carpet
Keykavoos sits on throne
The eagles fly him
Iranian Icarus.

I turn five, in Feshark
Little less, little more.

Shepherd comes with our goats
And neighbours’, relatives’
Everyone’s in village
They head home
Separate.

It is dusk and sunset
And sky artistic
Colourful.

How I wish I was kid
Happily caring-less
Roam around
Freely; and
‘No pain.’

Kids Like Goats
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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