Want And Got Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Want and got

As is known I was born
-by mountains
-in mud house, I was raised.

Therefore, I know the mud
-did make it, also watched
-how was made by others…

In times I penetrate
-into roots of the mud components
-earth, water…

I hear them laughing
-or cry, complain…

It depends on the cell
-I talk with, and observe…

Each of cells has its own
-story, memories, background.

The men who take shovel
-bring earth and gather
-make a bowl in centre
-then bring the water
-in the bags, jerrycans
-may mean good…

But do they?

The sun shines in sky
-water goes and dries
-the mud that makes the walls
-ceilings, rooms, roofs and halls…

The moon lights bluish
-sort of sad, romantic…

Life goes on!

For the cells; water, earth…

"How is life? "
-one may ask…

Need patience…
-Noah's life
-to listen
-hear each, everyone…

If done so
-one may judge
-and still within doubt…

What about the drops in cloud?
What about the vapors of the fog?
What about particles of the dust?
What about the dead, gone?

Oh…
Oh…
Oh…

Never rush.
No, never.
Not ever.

In making a judgment,
In firm-word as comment…

We stood to fight the
-ugliness of kingdom.
-We won and succeeded
-to kick out dictator…

Did we or have we won?

Did we get our "goal, want"?
No! Never! Not at all!

Though meant good
-we did wrong
-like many people who
-adopt kids or keep pets.