Tavarish Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tavarish

Her comrade walked on left.

She had knot on finger
-talked, smiled in mirror
-of cellphone that she held.

For nothing did she care
-neither cars nor people!

The poor dog was on leash
-and tied to master with
-extended elastic
-…

The poor dog looked at her
-seeking some attention
-with love and presence
-but she was too busy
-so, never…

Excuse was: "walk dog, "
-but ignored was the dog…

Tavarish could be hit
-by a car with speed.