It Rained Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

It rained

It is night and is dark
-except for grey light.

It has rained
-shines asphalt
-eerily it reflects
-the crime of a day!

Happily, the grass
-points the saber blade
-giving life t past days!

Concrete is hosting
-displaced worms that run
-to escape, find shelter…

Worms crawl; in silence.
Worms crawl; in silence.
Worms crawl; in silence.

Conscious and curious,
-I, poet, am concerned,
-stand there and observe.

Can foresee; by morning
-all of them are gone, dead
-or eaten by the birds…

Crazy, are poets
-with brush of their thoughts,
-spread a canvas for eyesight,
-then dig for valuable treasures,
-paint with words; as it is possible.

Squat, set on knees my elbows,
-look with thoughts; busy mind:
- "Is this to sympathise? "
- "Or, should I empathise? "

"They are worms, forget them! "
-hear, but, it is possible for poet!