Sunk Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sunk

Once I fell in the waves,
Was scared and afraid:
"Am dying, this is end…"

Gathered all the power
Of my hands and the legs
Grabbed rope, whatever
Could find; and struggled.

With head out of water
And assured of breath:
Felt happy and great.

Took few strokes,
Saw sky and the shore,
All were same, as before,
Yes, heartless, in their core!

Thought of use in being
A part of the dirt, filth,
Described as: "Living! "

If ever, once again
Get lucky to be there
By plan, accident,
I remain till am dead.

But will I think the same?
What the hell is fear?

What the hell?
What the hell?
What the hell?

Guess is like marriage,
Seeking a partner,
Tired when together!

What is this human
(Greedy to own, have,
Ignoring as soon as…?)