Modest Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Modest

Wore smile on his face
-upon reading poem of friend.
-The red veins bulged in neck,
-words gathered, meant to say:
- "Is great…" but stopped right away.

The roads, filled, emptied.
Hand of light was police.
The eyes looked at the lights
-at same time saw sky…

The clouds looked ugly!
-similar to bed of elderly!

They laid in a death bed
-as is with men, women
-full of curls in skin, in wrinkles
-that look like kid's papers!
- (If a word, is jumbled!)

Sure, he sees his friend as,
-a learned and conscious!
-For him hard is reading:
- "I am fart and useless! "

"Don't see this as pamper.
-I know well, you object…
-but still I insist…! "

So, he said, care in pose
-along with begging voice
-of flame in furnace, in a cold
-that is felt in the bones at the poles;
-where smacks horizon, in distance,
-the cane of the Earth and the Oceans.

"Be kinder to yourself; look at you
-in cleaner mirror to see your brightness! "