Splash Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Splash

Of ‘The Hell' much is said
- "It is hot; always burns! "

Of April, its shower
- "It brings flower! "

Christmas is wished to
-be white, full of snow.
-Trees are designed to
-have many ornaments
-crystallised branches…

Now, we, are in April
-yet live in a hell with
-branches, everything
-from grass to trees,
-stage wears; icicles
-to remind the prisms!

Icy are the roads and
-hidden are the puddles.

Driving, my tire
-underneath passenger
-fell in ditch, splashed
-mud-water, dirty mix!
-poured, wetting…

Poor person, bundled up
-was waiting for the bus!

Embarrassed and ashamed
-unable I am to, sleep, rest!

Wonder if fault was I! ! !
-or could it be city's?

Of course, not that person
-poor, polite, in waiting
-possibly mad at me,
-even can be cursing! ?