Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 72,750 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Mule - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mule

No insults to my aunt
She is fine, as am I
Both of us carry loads
For a boss, a mankind
He bars us and ties us.

We, mule, and the ass
Will alas
End burden of this road
All paths end, as oceans
Doors close, as do walls
And nations, the crowds.

Good start to get wild
It is time; I feel like:
No to the “zigzag roads”
No to the “carry loads”
No to the “barn, stable”
No to the “must obey.”

I will walk my track
Camino, liked cracks

If on me, I warn you
See valleys and ravines?
They are deep at bottom
For falling, rolling there
Look close to their sides
Soon it will…unless we …

Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 12, 2015



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