Turnip Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Turnip



You
Duplicate
Flower in poem, Soviet Union
Thought of life in wrong place and wrong time

In a crack of the road
Sprouting, it stood
Heading out
Fresh air, freedom
Greenish ambient
A look now, a look then
Filled with joy; it breathed
Had been seed in the husk for long time
In darkness, in waiting
Until now
Filled with hope of growth
Headed out
Grew tall
Taller than concrete, the asphalt
Counting days to have kids

Not a week…

It was gone
Bitumen, hard and hot on its head
In burning it was dead
This is life
(In wrong place and wrong time)
And now you
And I too
Did the same
In fridge for turnip
“End of life! ”
(That it means)
Sprouting green?
Thought of life?
A mistake,
(Grave one)
I bit you then boiled you
Not tasty, but ate you

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