Surprise Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Surprise

Moth that
Woolf wrote of its death
Struggling for life in a frame
Is, can be seen as naïve; but
Surely is, without any doubt
Self-sufficient, creative, smart
And…

I took my laundry to fold
Readying them for closet
And…

A caterpillar was on one
A house made of its own
Brain, construction material

Surprised I, touched and it
Became a displaced refugee...

Went…

The house was on my shirt
Remnant…
So are houses after earthquake.

How naïve we are…mankind…
The kissers of hands, arses and butts
For a piece of bread or cubicle…

We judge,
We bully-like talk loud
If weaker is, other side.