Research Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Research

Many are shallow waves
-at beaches, in the lakes
- (mirages are many in desert!)

Plenty are the winds, gusts and gales
-hurricanes, tsunamis, breezes.

Varied are the heat waves
-from pots to oceans
-some turn to fog, cloud
-some remain unknown, lost!

Those who sit on fat butts
-swallow wind and fart
-are great, only if
-are dead and out of sight
-to be lost and not-found.

Knowledge is expensive
-costliest, possibly;
-and of course, kills comfort
-takes the life to the bone…
-researcher feels burden!

Knowledge is like needle
-slides in, penetrates
-deep into brain, mind;
-seen by eyes, skin-touch.
-Then slouch the questions:
-what for and, how, and why?

Knowledge is rarest with
-holders of sword and gold.

Those without, run the world!

Researcher sees, observes
-and adds up to the pains.
-The owner of wisdom
-suffers till turns steam
-with blink fades, is gone.