Obsessed Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Obsessed

Is it age or conscious?
Can it be excess pain?
Or all and everything?

Whatever it maybe
-I did not expect it!

Took a cart, and went down
-with me book that I bought
-for research on the nights
- "Arabic; which are not! "

"One thousand and the one! "

I must read so can write
-on, around, and about
-the great Scheherazade.

Offloaded contents of
-my red and hand-carried
-cart for the laundry
-into washing-machine.

Sat on bench, over there
-and reading, started.

When the wash was over
-I went and shifted the
-wet wash, to drier…

Paid by card and sat down
-opened book and read on…

This, too, came to stop.

Opened door to take out
-laundry, now dried…

Found nothing, its belly empty
-after long spinning…
-Had paid the wrong machine!