Mental Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mental

Once, felt like I had wings
-the guess-force made me think!

I flew, flew high, flapped wings
-was sort of butterfly, bird-humming.

Sat on a thin stick by the leaf
-had a chat, kept talking:
- "Where from? Origin? "

Reply was short, quick: "From seed! "

Breeze came, silence went
-heard leaf say: "Gave its life to give life! "

I swam…down the nerves…in my mind
-travelled in veins of the branch, bough, trunk
-and landed in caves where roots had dug.

Found nothing of the seed
-could not see a trace
-not of shell, sheath, skin
-no…no…no…no, nothing.

In vessel of the thought went sailing
-deep into ocean of history.

My anchor fell at the Sanskrit…

Had vision, heard wisdom:
- "This is your language…"
-heard myself astray:
- "Sanskrit…? "

Hypnotised I felt and came to life
-a book that I have read, named "Parveen"
-Cupid, Oedipus, Khayyam and Bozorgmehr
-kept marching in kind of wilderness
-they climbed the mountains
-jump-start from the skirt of
-the Fesharak's Kooh Shedeh…