Sting Of Scorpion Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sting of scorpion

It is hard to be me
In such age, company;
Travelled into hearts
And deserts, mountains,
Mines…

But I am while softly
See me go for fading
In thoughts that, are
Deadly…

Since love world and people
Always am in deep pain
When look, search here, there!

All of men and women
As well as children
That I see and observe
Are mine and my people…

When seeing one cry
I reach out into hearts,
Go after ointment
To relieve most of pain.

Realise that have failed
Therefore, seek for place
To hide me from shame;
Even with death, grave
In endless seas, or caves!

To forgive swim deep
Into the proverbs…

Most of them are ancient
Each one is good, great,
Meaningful at the base,
Like one on scorpion:
"It stings; not of hate
But since is its nature; "
So, must be forgiven!