Apple Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Apple
Apple
With the thoughts in clouds,
Metaphors are to watch,
Indians live in books,
Silent and in front…
The plans mass, stir
Rock sugar in hot tea.
Walk and walk in garden,
All around are orchards,
Stop by a tree,
She is sad, grieving
Over fallen apples!
Branches of her hair
Float, reach Mother Earth
And cover children…
I look at the dead kids
Aiming to bend to pick
One of most colourful.
The smell of its musk
Its colour, red to white
Life taking sweetheart,
Get ready, to bite it…
Wrong I am like judges
In the case of rebels
Against the government's
Brutal behaviours…
The apple is rotten
Not its out but inner,
As is life of today.
Keep walking in orchard
Encounter injustice,
That raises burning hell
Of living on the earth,
Where the hell is Heaven?
Great poem as usual brother. Yes very wrong the religions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 8:47:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Good evening sir, Yes, you are absolutely right sir. When a child is born, it has no religion But as he grows up, we tell different things about religion in his mind and make his mind like an apple. Gradually, those apples begin to rot and contaminate the entire environment. Thank you so much that you showed an important issue through poetry