The Dots Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Dots

With sky, white-grey
-clouds thin-broken
-scattered here, there
-sun tested the water.

In sky time to time
-appeared dots and lines
-straight, curved to "V"
-which in that huge page,
-resembled faded shapes!

Driving towards East
-kept to side, meant to see
-took out my camera
-and looked up to sky,
-to film lines on the move
-to the North; from South.

Left technique and photo
-recorded in eyes, mind
-greatness of what was…

The lines of living birds
- (Children of Nature!)
- (The so called: "Brainless! "
-recognising seasons
-coming back to lay eggs.

What are we; Human?
-just claim and claim
-all worthless! ! !

We never see ourselves
-nose to eyes and penis
-to the thighs and brains;
-each and all, miracles;
-among them joy of sex.

Wish we could be honest
-had the gust to confess:
- "We are the parasites…"