Ripple Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ripple

Imagine
Sitting there
On no chair, neither bench
On simple nothingness…

Imagine flying
High and high
And soaring in sky

It exists
But does not…

The world is in your thoughts
Imagine in your mind…

Make it of memories
And the hopes
And dreams
And learning…

Imagine
Imagine seeing lakes
Calm, clean, clear
Pristine, crystal
And fishes
Come, nibble
They make waves
No, no, no…the ripples…

Imagine
Following the lines of a circle
They go, go, finally, intersect
Make tangents forming mess!

Imagine mass of lines

They block your vision
They make you unable
Now, blind with no aim
Surrounding is a mess…
Yet, try, follow the…


Was it a branch of the willow?
Did the kid have marble to throw?
Was it the nibbling of the fish?

Keep asking…

No asking…

Fact is fact;
It exists
Children, minor kids…
Can you find their parents?
(Regardless of where, when ;)
(Regardless of whose, then…)
They have been stolen!
Fact is fact and exists…

Ask the Caribbean:
"What was your language?
History? Ancestry? "
Replies are blabber
(extract of nonsense!)

Sit idle, gaze at wall
Look at life in clock
Soon, the hands of second
And minute and hour
Will stop…

No winding, battery
Can help or be savour
They remain dead, silent
With sealed lips!

The child and
The mother,
And the wife
And husband
And bride
And groom
All of them…
Ancestors were hunted
Or trapped or captured
Put in cage, then in ships
Treated brutally
As are the today's pigs
From farms and paddocks
In a truck
With no food, no water
On the road in cages
Gone to be slaughtered…

Stop it right here,
Can't take it anymore…

Neither you can take nor
I can go…go further…

Then, Stop!
Oh…Stop!
Let's Stop!

But can we?
What about nausea?
What about the surface?
What about many lines?
The ripples confuse the brain!

I feel like vomiting!

Do you too?

What about the schools?
(Residential and boarding!)

I feel like seeing same;
The ships and Caribbean,
And tightly tied horses
And the sheep and chickens!

Now
Let us visit zoo
Open cage
Of condor…
Free bird or tiger
Or free a giraffe

Or…
Or…
Or…

Our zoo-life is a mess!
None of us is aware!
None of us is able!

I look at the dolphin
And the whale
The killer, unaware
Of the word "Freedom? "

I look, look
And look, look.

None of birds can flies
See the tiger stuck
And the same with giraffe!

What?
Where to?

The question is there but
Answer gives no result!

I end in USA
In Yemen
In Syria
In Iran
And Iraq
And Kabul and Bagram…

I damn me for what is
Inability and weakness;
I decide to stop
Writing and talking and wish result;
So, Demand: "Go catch the criminal
That hunts and separates, to encase
And murder by making a big mess! "