The Leaf Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The leaf

And here, I, alone
Amused is the brain.

Mass of mud in front
Make questions with clay…

Hold a while;
Then break.

Why, why, why?
When, when, when?

See myself as runner
On track, reaching end.

Set aside everything:
"What the hell? "

Pull away, retire;
Find myself in grave.

Feel being swollen
Worms crawl; am rotten.

Shout aloud and pray:
"No stone, no mention."

I was leaf!
Have fallen!