Kind Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Kind

Among them I stand; a chit chat we start
A soft talk
We speak; laugh, smile.
No one’s bad, all are nice.

Kat and I are friends in minute:
“This is my brother, we have met after years, ”
Ten is what she mentioned.

I, artist, take photo and show them
Time is carved on stone, not to die.

Another, a woman inside the Tim Horton:
“I feel like being lost…” I tell her and she asks:
“Can you find your way out? ”

All seem like duplicates and copy of soldiers in china
(Discovered and unearthed in thousands after years.)

People are crazy, in love with motor bikes and helpful.

I love them, they are kind.