Guilty Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Guilty
Guilty
Hungry to learn more
In Muscat and Matrah
And Oman…
I went out for a walk
Roads of dirt, poverty
Coup d'état of Sultan
Found bread…was bitter
Not so much…
“What is this? ” I questioned
“Seeds of dates, ” was reply.
Grinded they made dough
Their bread…so healthy.
I had dates and threw
seed in waste,
feel guilty.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: guilt
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