This Life Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

This life

What the hell is this life?
Why crawl like a worm?

What is this standard?

It is dumb to breathe:
"Thanks Heavens, I'm alive."

What is this standard?

Fresh air of mountains
Still moves in my veins
From lung to the chest.

If I am a mankind
Fake is their standard.

I was told and trained
"Life is life only when
The man lives freely and proud;
One must live like lion, jaguar."

That advice to me means:
"Work and walk as you wish,
Proud, independent,
And needless of doctor
That gives you a list of
Medicines to kill pain,
And if not the dug, hospital
CCU, ICU or maybe in sickbed
With needles, injections…"

Such a life to me is being worm
Crawling and thanking the heavens:
"I'm alive…"

Fake is their standard,
Since this is an insult
To lion, jaguar,
Siblings of cheetah;
And I am one of them!