Our Turn Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Our Turn



Our turn

I see him, on PC's monitor
But he is not here, neither there.

I questioned as a child:
"Is this ours? "
He replied:
"It's our turn…"

Pointing to same lands
Abandoned; now unknown
The man talks, explain
"It is your grandpa's."

To my niece in the film.

And I see dad was right.

Each of us has a turn
What is fuss of greed?

Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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