The Trophy Poem by fraidoon warasta

drought
is a tear shed
by the mother
when her green limbs
are amputated

global heat
her pivotal confusion

but
soon the surging lavender fields
will bloom in the sky
the coral reef will cast away
her greyness
and be re-dressed with ancient saris
the roar of tigers will be loose
the old pond
will be filled with
song and play of frogs
and
a toiling snail
even under the roof
of a poisonous mushroom
will be safe
there'll be enough rain
but the twigs won't weep

expired
only man
will be carried
as a trophy

fraidoon warasta
23 september 2021
limburg