On Campus Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I swear no shower.
She washed face; that is all.
Her hair is pony-tailed; hardly combed.

Her eyes cat’s with a line; slant wild.
Black pants barely up
(To cover bell-button)

Grey gear with hoody-
-Leaving waist/back, to see.
Her foot in sneaker, leg folded.

And I look.
Looks a man at skin;
But careful, not shameless!

Then I think of news:
Off the course on campus
Depressions and sickness!

And recall
“Now mature and must do
The shopping and washing, cleaning; no limit to sleep…”

We grew; while a child;
Four to five,
Max at nine!

Now eighteen remains child,
Even to twenties; if not more.
They live with medicine, fruits are strangers.

I swear to sacred:
“This hell, crazy,
And absurd, ”