Thankful Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Thankful

Cracks in his hands
Of the weather and salty land
He stood firm, facing the sky
"Thanks, many-many times"

Like him I stand
Eyes looking up, there he may be
I murmurs, heart sunk in pain
"Thanks, many-many times"

Had it not been
Losses, hardship, heartbreaks
My treasure would've not trekked
"Thanks, many-many times"

Pity I feel for you
Soft sweet creamed face
Shampooed and fluffy hair
"Thanks, many-many times"

Guaman Poma, sure I
Understand you supporting an idol
Whom you later recognized as devil
"Thanks, many-many times"