The Entrapped Boat Poem by fraidoon warasta

here a dove sobs
holding a pomegranate branch
in its beak

here a headless dove sobs
looking at the thirsty mouth of
a fishing boat entrapped
in the fragmented frail mud
gazing at the sobbing dove in despair

here a headless dove sobs
the buried sweet memories
of the vanished lake

here the headless dove laments
the slain lake:
‘o sweet water lake!
where have you taken
your fishes, corals, herbs and animals with you?



no flamingo shadow hangs
on your blue carpet any more,
‘o sweet water lake!
all that is over
how can i believe
you have transformed into a sand pool.'

sweet water lake
gone with the wind
holding a pomegranate branch in its beak
here the headless dove sobs
mourns the buried sweet water lake
begging not to run away from her

the vanished lake curses us all
the fishes damn
the fishing net, the boat and the knives of
the fishing man
we are doomed to be sued.

the court of nature is everywhere
the course of nature follows
the curse of nature is close!


the headless dove looks up
at the grumpy sky
pleading
to return
the departed lake
with all its fishes,
corals
and herbs

here a headless dove mourns
while the sky looks down indifferently

here everyone turns into a sobbing dove
headless and frail.

fraidoonwarasta
june 2018
ribamar. portugal