Love Is Lost Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Love is lost.


On Facebook a friend
had talk of a Rabbi
I sat and patiently
listened all, word by
word; talked of love.

He spoke clear:
"What is love? "

Example was a man:
catching fish
making meal
yummy and delicious,
to his mouth so tasty.

Someone asked:
"What was that? "
"I love fish…"
"Love and kill? "

And the end is simple
love of man and woman
standard of today
is loving hamburger
a drink or yoghurt
is not love…
Such love is desire
a need to satisfy…
the want and appetite.

And of me in this night:
turnip is what I love
I boiled it and inhaled
ate flesh, sipped water.

In this path: "Love is lost."