Shell Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shell

The flesh,
- (if there was,)
-is vanished and long gone.

Remains shell,
-which reflects in the light;
-silver shines with brown.

I slammed on its head
-killed cockroach.

After food, poor being
-must have been hungry
-and in search.

My ego, selfishness
-narcissism, or greed
-kept shout: "I, my, me! "

That made me murderer!

Now, my sighs are ice cold:
- "All needy are like this;
-in North and South and East."

Tendency to live on
-took its life
-as it is with capsized
-boats of the refugees
-with their dead floating
-on the waves of the seas
-till at depths the settle.