Cork On The Waves Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cork on the waves

I am not the first to be lost
In ‘What is right, ’ and ‘what is, is right’
I am another one, just
Interested to learn
And cannot.

I read what comes around
As you may have, may have not
“And can you then impute a sinful deed
To babes who on their mothers' bosoms bleed? ”
On the shortcomings of human mind
And how knowledge cannot give us insight
“We rise in thought to the heavenly throne,
But our own nature still remains unknown.”

I read of Lisbon quake and Bam’s
I think of my sister and her husband
I recall Rumi, Khayyam and much more
Conglomerating awareness with life in cave,
“Mysteries like these can no man penetrate
Hid from his view remains the book of fate.”

Voltaire then, to me is Khayyam
Using the same words, even his rhyme:
“The sea of being has emerged from hidden depth
But how that’s a part of scholarship no one has pierced
Each scholar has conjecture on the subject
But none can describe how the matter actually rests.”

Voltaire’s fights with Leibnitz, Rousseau
And their kinds, to Alexander Pope...
Tell me; “you are nothing but a cork…
Struggling on the vast waves, no work.”