New Testing Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
New Testing
New testing
First time I touched land of Pakistan
Was given a fruit; it to me was new!
Had mango mixed with milk
Enjoyed it since my best is fruit.
But tonight small seeds
Or crops; or sort of…
Maybe eggs of fleas
Are boiling in a pot
With pepper and spice.
All very dark brown
To black, pitch sky of the night!
I look and do not touch
Do not want knowing what
Just tell them: "best of luck! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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