Puddles Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Puddles

Asphalt is uneven,
-ditches are full of rain.

Splash mud, garbage
-on waiting passengers
-of public transport.

Looks away driver
-in shame and embarrassed
-for his fall in the unseen puddle.

He could not change gear.

Officials cry like crocodile,
-the low-ranked to above
-who are base of the harm.

These leeches are sick with
-disease of governments
- (Speedy in taking,
-easy in spending;
-with theft and brainless!)

I, on the other hand
-take time to consider
-each of pots as a lake
-in serene of village
-around them flowers.

I observe drizzle
-with smack of kisses
-on blushed teenager.

Roll window to wave hand
-signalling those disturbed
-as if tongue, seeking for
-forgiveness: "My mistake! "

Wonder if am too late?
Can they see me, ever?
How will they translate?