Toilet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Toilet
Toilet
You are bud
filled with life
but fallen in traps
of market, advertise
hair plucked; eyebrow
lips coloured, and the face
Why should you at this age?
ten, thirteen…
then lifetime.
Already you have aged.
they stole
and betrayed
your great freshness.
This commercialization of beauty business in the name oh hundreds of activities gives a bit of pleasure at the cost of sublime and divine freshness the ladies are endowed with. Thanks.
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4/26/2024 8:09:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
where is a pure woman found? as is