Balloon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Balloon

Three-acts
I’m reading
I’m thinking
I’m writing
First plan
Then action
What’s the end?
I get out in t-shirt
It is cold and the eyes
Locked on me “Crazy”
Frozen are car’s breaks
Cars slide, pile up
Brutal are the roads as is cold
Radio has come on
South Sudan “Drink blood”
Clooney and Darfur with his heart
Ottoman take-over
Then Europe
Countries subdivide
I’m balloon in colors
I fly in skies
Will I land?
I’m pouring like ice-rain
To remain everywhere
Sun is out with its heat …
On branch a teardrop
Melted or, of its blood
I’m falling; to remain I turn gum
Those outside
Bundled up
Most remaining inside
Helping hands are blind
Belly’s seen and body
Hungry are the souls

While Ali is a leech, is a thief and fraud
Hard working is painter. He’s humble and proud.