The Leopard Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The leopard

Was a child when hunter
Brought his killed prey…

He had shot what we saw
As part of our lessons,
Direct or by fables,
During nights and days.

Selfish and egoist leopard went
And climbed the mountains
For catching shining Moon,
It jumped high to sky,
But fell and was injured,
Soon after, it was dead!

The burst of stomach
Right upon the crash
Ended all the clash!

Moon remained in sky,
Leopards remained dumb
And power comes to go
Like rivers that flow.

In them, lives of victims,
Most bright, kind, learned.

Then, I looked at spots,
And the face's dots, lines
All the way to the eyes,
Half open, without life
With some fat as apples.

Alive is that image,
Leopard is laid dead,
Separated flesh,
And skin full of hay…

Now, here, after years
I observe the leaders
In villas, palaces,
Selfish like leopards,
With this fact of matter:
"…near is time of hay…"