Wingless Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wingless

Then, when I had pigeons
-cut their wings to half-way
-and imposed love on them
-I was the matchmaker

Slowly, I abused relations
-family, love's respect
-started with the male
-pulled some of cut feathers
-when grew, I tested
-the depth of dependence
-on the wife, children

Slowly I made them
-the set of home pigeons

From them I have learned
-not one or two lessons
-but many, plenty, in masses

One of such was great
-saw featherless pigeons
-act like us, now-a-day
-all they did was eat-shit
-never using brain

Going out among the
-men, women, well-dressed
-on the roads and beaches
-in the bars, restaurants
- I recall the gone days

These people that I see
-talk too much, claiming
-that they are civilised
-with many fusses, shouts
-but in fact, are same as
-my wingless, caged pigeons
-all they do is eat, shit
-absent are their brains
-what to say of the rest?