Wind And Me Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wind and me

Like me, wind
Keeps searching.
What for? Why?
Neither, thinks…

Just roaming,
And searching,
Researching!

Wind hits leaves;
I observe, attentive
Feeling this cruelty!
Breaks me, crying…

Every cell is question
While seeking an answer
"Why the hell? "

Why be born?
Why have needs?

As baby growing
For the milk crying.

Dirty pants or pamper
Unable and in need
For support, crying.

Puberty, filled with lust
For boy, girl, partner
Running and crying.

Possibly, when older
With kids and children
Wanting job for bread
And in need, crying.

Hair turns white, if any;
Reddish mouth and toothless
Fallen in cold deathbed
And in need, why, why, why?