Neither Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Neither

Am jealous of friends,
Partridge, Ostrich!

With heads in snow, sand,
Are happy, smile, laugh.

World to them is what is
Their writing, poetry…

I am lost in Barzakh
For an end, Hell, Heaven.

Far from the deserts,
Confuse me mountains.

Two eras, have, hear
But blind, am to them.

The world is particle,
Most of us unaware,
Yet, claim: "Are aware! "

Stop talk, exclaim!
Stop talk, exclaim!
Stop talk, exclaim!

Lower the Goddamn head.
Lower the Goddamn head.
Lower the Goddamn head.

If we read the Rumi
And many more like him
Will see, we know nothing
About depths of being,
From first to ending,
Nor of the galaxies…

Am jealous of friends,
Partridge, Ostrich
But read their poetry
On lust, bed, sleeping!