Rough Life Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rough life

I am the mountain child
Accustomed to rough life.

Maybe I stayed long
Inside and withing walls
Like those on the couches
As ones who become a potato
In front of TV…

Brainwashed and fed with
The puke of few…

Watch , read
And become and inward…

One of such is news
Of woman…Jennifer!

She removed her husband
From life insurance
And got lost!

Did she leave to lose life?
Did she find new life?
New man and his name?
Other home, no address?

Mysteries compile
And remaining indoor
Tells me: "This is just one."

Life outside is varied
Like mountains and valleys
And fish-less creeks
And plains and the hills
As well as wolf and sheep.

Do not sit to befell
For life of a wife;
Runaway, targeted
By pen of journalist…