Pumpkin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pumpkin

I expect some guest and with respect
-but what is best respect in my place
-is to save, avoid waste…

Waste is mean and cruel, dishonest
-how can I ignore the cracks in farmers' hands?
-how can I ignore the hungry stomachs?
-how can I ignore the roads and paths
-cutting past our gracious farmlands
-just because greed sits in towns
-destroying nature, sits as fox
-to see us also leave green
-to become consumers
-preys, hunts?

Oh, not me…I save and save and save
-I tell my tummy to be patient
-I tell mouth when claims need for food
-or drink…anything:
-'Take little…leave the rest for others…'

That is why I too bought some pumpkins
-I cut shapes as most do
-Halloween
-lit candles, inserted and made film
-then after
-unlike most
-did not go to the bin
-kitchen was the shrine
-in pieces I cut and dropped it in the pot
-I boiled and preserved
-I had it till today
-the taste had changed, soured
-I ate it when fried…

Yes I saved with no waste, feel proud
-now is done and the guest won't advise:
-'Don't eat it, it is old and can kill! '

No, no, no…it did not
-proudly I ate it and did not add to waste…