Behanded Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Behanded



Behanded

Sure not short
Behanded is my film
Ambitious went forward
Story is too rich and too tough
Many scenes, locations, otherwise
And poor me when lacking investment…

Used my cards to their rims
All of them overflew in exceeds!

All claimed as friends somehow sick
They froze, glaziers, their pockets emptied!

Tilled garden un-fertile and deserts, no fruits on trees!

Rich are the family and friends but with air
Venom like serpents; tongues bitter:
"Why did you? One should not…"

Searched for life
Life is not to crawl
I swam; I flew in skies
No use is in whining, being down.

With hope, search
Came fishes and the birds
Came with food, brought help
In their mouths, with their beaks.

Film is done…
In most parts

The ones found
Cast, crew, are unknowns
Strangers in shadow of the night
Turned candles to torches, flickered.

I am right if I say:
"Hell with known
Best of luck to unknown! "

Saturday, July 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: personal
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