On Sale Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

On sale

For years and for decades
Broke walls and borders
Of the faiths and cultures
On feet, wheel and planes
Went via lakes, rivers
To the seas and oceans
Or crossed the mountains
And deserts, caves, plains.

Have noted lot of them
In pictures and by pen;
Kept or lost some albums
And many papers, notes!

Time has come to return;
To arms of Mother Earth…

She tells me: "Keep silent, "
Which means "Walk no further;
Do not ride any beast, vehicle! "

This trip will make me
A part of "The Nature"
In the form of the dust
In tree, crop or animal.

Have observed ways of life
Keep changing in my time;
Therefore, I face questions:
"Didn't come and depart
Many who lived for long
And many who died young?
What is left, of them now?
Except the nonsense talks? "

Strongly ignore the experts
That crawl in the sand like snakes!

On sale is what once was
Precious and worthwhile;
Yes, is time "To go, die! "