The Same Old Story Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

As a child, too you young and too small
I observed lots of things, Esfahan
Once a man on the cart with the tank
Once a man on shoulder shovel, bag

'Who are they and what for? '

I sure asked and reply I forgot
Now I know it was called ‘the Kannas'

Now-a-day when I come out of house
Same smell is stench, I can feel it killing
It's fruit of building's ‘Trash Chutes'
And a man wearing mask is Kannas

'Who are they and what for? '

Old question comes to mind
Then the thoughts

They took it directly mixed with soil
Made fertile
But here comes truck and the men
And so on