Fountain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fountain

"As fountain rises high
-will come down."

I enjoy quotations
-with their roots in the depths
-of time; mostly wise.

This one is from tongue
-with which I learned to talk
-lived in it, grew up.

Then in my younger times
-fountains were all around.
-Then we saw fountain, but
-not knowing, giving time
-to the facts around us.

Child is child…

Sun rises each morning
-in midday is like king
-then comes dusk…

Moon comes as crescent
-becomes round
-and fades when bent-again.

Mankind too, is born child
-grows and becomes young
-powerful, strong…
-then needs cane not to fall.

And same is everywhere
-with leaders of the faiths
-politics and science…

Same has been and remains
-in our lives and nature
-past and now, future…
-till sun dies forever
-and the Earth freezes.
Everything!
Every-time!
Everywhere!

Let's look at Mullahs and USA…
-both of them were heroes and great
-for us as children, teenagers.

When were kids, our parents
-were true believers
-in Allah and Koran
-thought Mullahs know it all.

I recall what we did
-helped them and enjoyed it.

Shoes they wore were Naalein
-like today's slippers
-were open at their ends…
-yellowish to mustard.

We, the kids, rushed to door
-picked up and aligned shoes
-felt proud to have served
-a Mullah, who is gate to heaven.

Some of them rode donkey
-we stood in holding
-the beast's rein
-and again, same feeling.

With time's pass and changes
-mullahs too, underwent
-some repairs! Girlish hair
-with forelocks in front.
-Theirs from the Turban
-and the girls', of scarfs.

Like fountain they did rise
Time has come for the fall!

The same with USA…
-then loved and now hated.