Dear Ones Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In this world of silence with dead brains
Eyes see false; ears hear the surface
Depth remains...just the depth
Unseen, a virgin and hidden

Everyone is talking
Like the wind in howling
Like the ants back and forth
Like the bees but fizzing

A plane has gone lost
Lives and deaths is secret
As is ‘who and why’
You two are the poorest

Like mule under load
You can be under blame
You are the suspects
No one sees in your need

I though see
At your home
Your parents
Your lovers

In their hearts are daggers
In their eyes are thick thorns
Their veins are frozen
Their blood has turned ice

They are choked in wrong time
One word and behind the bars
I’ve been on such path
I am sure I understand

You are ‘The Fallen leaves’
On a path that creeps
With you, I sympathize