Lucky Man Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lucky Man



Lucky Man

I worked as labourer
For Hassan, a mason.

He was bad, a liar,
Promised but delayed
In work and the payment.

Age wise he, was my son
To him, I, could be pa…

Overall, excellent,
Made enough for table,
Ask for help? No never!

He gave me pick, shovel:
"Go and dig over there,
Too deep, for foundation…"

As the days came and passed
Silently, worked like ass…

One of days became mine
Poetic, for soft heart…

Underneath the slabs
Encountered mass of ants
That escaped and came back.

Saw many well-kept eggs,
Moved around with effort:
"Bravo…" admired.

Was nothing and no one
That could use to shout out:
"Let them live, must stop! "

Had brutal bosses,
The owner and mason.

All I did, was to watch,
Also used camera.

Soon after, ants' homeland
Became house and palace…

It rose and I suffered
But mountains keep silent,
Bear with the winds, currents…

I knew they would laugh
At me as "The madman."

"The ants are savages,
They kill, are dangerous,
Uproot and extinct them."

They said and their dagger
Wounded my heart, brain…

But I have large archive
Of pictures, camera…

In times I take them out
Lock the door, sit alone
Take grail, drink wine.

"Look at their exodus, "
Gulp more and more and more.

Same it is with many
In course of history,
Wander the Spirits,
As if fog in the heat.

One of them, Lucky Man,
Never lived to have chance
To visit his reserve,
Saskatchewan, Canada's,
In which live descendants.

He had a painful death
Together, with daughter,
In the hills and mountains,
Far in south, Montana…!

Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: historical
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Excellent writing Nassy Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken

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Kumarmani Mahakul 07 April 2020

Having poetic art one day you achieved a definite beauty of expression. Wonderful poem is excellently penned.

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