The Gone Wine Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The gone wine

The wine was reddish and crimson
-in the urn and bottle and glass.

By look, felt tasty and delightful
-when glass emptied, resourceful.

Then after, the glass, emptied of content
-looked nothing but the corpse of a dead.

Wine that is the child of vine tree
-and hard work that grew in nature…
-is now gone, and feeling is over
-shade of life has remained in glass…

The remain is colour
-of the worm after rain
-pinkish, pale, motionless
-dead, lifeless and is curled!

Hangover we look into mirror
-to observe past and now
-death and life after long
-differing at every, each step…