Unstable Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Unstable

Do not want to be bee; no, never Worker Bee
But Queen and drone? Could, maybe.

I don’t mind losing head in a race; even in finding mate.

Risk is what I do take.
“Beyond risk” I was told “Lie the loss and the gain.”

I respect people like, the Mother Teresa.
More respect for Gandhi, Mandela.

I rather being hay on the wave; a piece of dandelion, in the air
Than being a pond’s worm in desert.
I have seen upcoming yellow head; in going to bottom black tail.