A Mural Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A Mural

Imagine having walked
For very, very long,
In distance, and in time.

Too tired, exhausted,
You sit and squat,
Lean against a mud wall.

Too grand, wide sky,
You look at the clouds.

Suddenly, Zoroaster
Speaks of Ahura,
In art form, dust, brush.

A painting on a wall
Forms a huge mural
And in it, you crawl.

Rushes in your teacher,
You, the young student
Listen to what she says.

She recites a poem
On crow and eagle.

Injected with pride
You fly to skies…

You flap wings, soar high,
And lift the mural
Like the eagle, she taught.

Now, you the small dot
Become ash on ember!

Breeze comes,
Egg hatches,
A phoenix,
Your picture,
Soars; climbs.