Shall Not Waste Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Gravel was the road
And worn out after work
The man was, he was Old,

Ramadan, Afternoon
A Muslim in fasting
Like pray, he bent, rose

Held his hand to his lips
Unfolding his right palm
Looked and kissed

In a hole in the wall
He buried what was found
(On the ground)

On the ground
He had found
Small piece

A slice of bread
The rule said:
“Shall not waste! ”
He fasting could not eat
So buried what was found
Graveyard was the wall

That was it
His culture