A Nightingale Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A nightingale

Talked with the control,
Demanded: "Go and hold! "

The runway was busy
And weather crazy.

Saw him sit on the bench
With hoody on his head;
Came rain and drizzles,
Sprinkled glasses…

I flew in circle
And saw him in silence;
Possibly carried weight
Of the thoughts in brain.

Must be an introvert
Far from the people
Enjoying loneliness
Soaked, drenched.

Far from bus stop
In open, all alone?

Caused question
Why-o-why?

Could he be lover of
Mother Earth and sky?

Can he be in fight with
His parents and the life?

What about having failed,
Thinking of suicide?

Unlike most with the cells
Playing with buttons
He pulled tight his jacket…

Did he fight pouring rain?