Multi-Purpose Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Multi-purpose

In plain where the rain is scarce
The farmer had ploughed
And sowed seeds
And his eye
To sky.

He prayed and worried:
“Will rain come? ”

His life could flourish with water…

September’s hand is out:
“I am leaving so goodbye! ”

Came first rain of autumn
Most of leaves turned yellow
Dead hands waved in breeze:
“We are leaving so goodbye! ”

Looking up to clouds; came question:
“What is rain? Medicine? Poison? ”