Pine Apple Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pine apple

From sweet must have turned
To sour
Leaned from the grapes


This is what life teaches
First comes birth
Is sweet
Then growth and sour
At the end bitter death

My share of tasting was the bitter
Poisonous and killer…
She had come
With kind heart

Had brought what saw fine
In bags, cans, also jars

Kindness is kindness and valuable
But the tastes can differ

One may take food, drinks
Important
While chat with beverage

For the same
Another may not care

In fridge pine apple
Was stuck
Turned bitter

Same is life;
In many occasions
Simple wrong decisions
Blind of factual, dream-based
Hidden by blanket
Unaware of details and curtains
Can end in the sack of deep grave…