New Testing Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

New Testing



New testing

First time I touched land of Pakistan
Was given a fruit; it to me was new!

Had mango mixed with milk
Enjoyed it since my best is fruit.

But tonight small seeds
Or crops; or sort of…
Maybe eggs of fleas
Are boiling in a pot
With pepper and spice.

All very dark brown
To black, pitch sky of the night!

I look and do not touch
Do not want knowing what
Just tell them: "best of luck! "

Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: strange
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