When I Wrote Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

When I wrote

Yes, was forced into jail
By cruel; innocent,
Decided to see all
Of the facts and fictions.

Spent time to ask, learn
From the other men.

Befriended many
But never closely.

Prayed and drank, ate
Whatever could find there…

Read the books,
Bought paper
And noted the actions
That came to attention.

Few of youngsters
With drums, strings,
Played their music.

I wrote an article
On their work and effort.

Compared their instruments
To a herd with shepherd.

"A goat's walk is drum
And great is the bark
Of wires on the tar…"

"Listen to that skin
Exactly is sounding
Like a goat in jumping
On the rocks; playing."

Saw their eyes, suddenly
Felt success, were loving
Push and pull; and beating.