Cascade And Fountain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cascade and fountain

Ones who know the cascades
Must have seen their custom.

They act like the free world,
Capitalists and Europe…

The highest is always,
The place that enters,
The flow of water.

If by chance it exceeds
The edges and sidings
Then, maybe, possibly,
We observe the wetting,
Of stones, and the cliffs.

The upper one percent
Exactly are the same,
With very deep pockets.

Do the fountains ponder?
Know the law of nature?

"All of us came naked,
Our abodes, palaces,
Will remain for others,
And we will leave naked! "

The fences, collections,
Keep apart, separate,
As if guests to others,
Finally, like fountains
Are slammed, in return.

I love our mother earth,
She gave birth, is grave,
To me, you, and the rest.

So, what is this fussing?
Why keep on collecting?
What joy is in hoarding?