Watermelon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Watermelon

I bought a watermelon
It sure is expensive!

Is it free? Asked lady,
Unaware of inside; I paid it!

How I like this fruit
If no one objects it
Vegetable, some call it.

I like it very much
Not as had in Texas, with some salt
But the way cut and served in Iran.

I see it as great miracle
It is pitcher and full of good water
But grows on little, no water.
Knowing this Taliban used brains
Its skin used to sow poppy seeds!

I had it directly from bush
I ate it in market; selling fruits
I had it in deserts, on mountains
Everywhere is tasty; removes thirst!

But hate some memories
Lost sister and friend thanks to it…

Siblings were kids and very young
Hard huge watermelon rolled as ball;
Stone-like, with speed hit sister on her side.

All too young; no one cared
They went on and played…
Years passed and
Her kidney…

We lost her; finally
First she lost one kidney
Then other…
Childish game ignorance...