Blossom Petals Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Blossom petals

Remaining in my car
I stare at petals.

Half-dead and half-alive
They are like leaves of fall.

I hear the clouds:
"The pillow of sky
Is not of the feathers! "

Sacred words of thunder:
"Whenever she has pain,
We come and shelter her."

Light and dark in color,
In many varied shapes,
Clouds were speakers:
"In the time of sobbing
We lend her a shoulder."

Silently, I observe
The distance and near.

United, rain-breeze
Fan hard to shake trees.

Crying blossoms
Dance as if in Sama',
In secret nag or whine:
"The selfish brainless,
Enemies have arrived! "

I look at the windshield,
She has guest, is hosting.

Powerless and stuck
Are drenched the petals.

Far above the clouds
I see me in flight:
"Poet is same as God! "