Blown Candle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Blown candle

After moves and motions
In the night of desert
Sits silent silhouette
Everything is question!
Sky is large canvas
Painted is leopard
Spotty with stars
Galaxies are countless!

A golden strike in the dark
Then flame on candle
Curls giving birth to light
Lit dancer gets a life
And rises, grows tall!
Suddenly a blow
One of those snake-likes
Crawling in the sands
Comes to kill the candle
Once again light is dead
The world is silhouette!

A revolt took place
With name of Shakespeare
What about before it, then after?
What about Socrates? Plato?
And Zeus big questions?

Lost are we, unaware!
How many mutinies?
-till one found its place
-fell to knees a great
-dictator, Murderer! ! !

And our time?
Can we be next witness?
Cruelty, crimes and racism?
Will there be a world war?
Maybe yes…
Maybe not…