The Unconscious Of Oaks Poem by fraidoon warasta

i didn't know
that oaks were aware
of their unconscious
by dropping their acorns
when time is in its prime

there is a wood nearby
where hundreds of them stand
firmly, but don't want to be disturbed
they brush the nature in each seasons
with different scent, colours and shapes
they offer a platform for singing birds
from time to time

shortly after visiting them
when i was heading back home
my breath was filled with
their rain soaked scent

i discovered that the roots of oaks
against all odds connect them to
their ancestral power and pride
through their roots and breath
they know, even before getting married
the mastery of loving
they never discriminate each other
let alone betray
by the way
if you want to kiss or hug them
first ask
they'll even not remember
your devotion and compassion
but never forget and forgive
if you try to carve a memory on their torso
it's exactly like tattooing on your eye

although i abhor politics
i've decided to vote for them
because they cannot treat me
with prejudice
maybe they know
that i would never be able to
keep them at bay

fraidoon warasta
20 april 2021
Limburg

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