Two Knives Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Two Knives

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Two knives

In knife rack sat two knives
Both of them very sharp
Black were in handles
Similar were blades.

But never
Never saw
Eye to eye till that day
Sat the two in the sink.

Both laid there
To be washed
So they talked
"Is this life cutleries' or just ours?
Is it same for people, animals?
What about pan and pot, plates, bowls? "

Sunday, April 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 03 April 2016

Is this life cutleries' or just ours? Is it same for people, animals? What about pan and pot, plates, bowls? Wonderful observation... and imagination how knives sit down and talk, simple fine. thank you dear poet. tony

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Nassy Fesharaki 03 April 2016

Thank you my friend...thanks a lot...

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