Service Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Service



Service

All was left was smell
-pleasant and odor
-disgusting, yet tender…

Feta cheese had fallen
-by the sink had landed
-from heated bread.

Cook picked it, cleaned up
-washed it with wet-sponge
-took a towel, and dried.

But smell to the wise
-cockroaches meant enough
-sneaky, slowly, they arrived.

Followed nose, as do dogs
-the hunting greyhounds
-after the prey's shot.

The man, back already
-reading the ‘Word-Lady'
-who wrote of the ‘Service'
- (Comes from Latin word,
-spelling is "Servus; "
-means: "Slave! ")

A cockroach was silent
-and pleased with the smell;
-was beyond expected
-to survive and live on…

Now, the man noticed the
-creatures celebrate;
-stood there and observed
-deep in mind, he smiled:
- "How great is this world…
-How mankind acts like mold…
-How things are different…
-we, the dumb, just mimic…
-We say much, know nothing…"

Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 01 July 2019

we, the dumb, just mimic… -We say much, know nothing…" powerful observation and depiction.. tony

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