Tightrope 1 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tightrope

His feet firm on cable, kept balance.

In the midst he stopped and shouted: "Dad and Mum! "

Eyes turned round, hearts beat fast, and whispers:
"What is wrong? ", "Look at him…", "He will fall…"

He went on as if in a parish, a priest:
"For God's sake…"
He stopped; restart: "For my sake…"
Once again, same went on:
"For the sake of the kids…human…"

The words aired like the wind and breeze
Danced the leaves…in jungles and forest …
Mist water in the falls and plains
Birds flew; the pigeons, sparrows and crows.

And whispers like always, audience was worried.

On his fall he went on:
"What is life with no love? "
"What is love with no care? "
"What is care without a relation? "
"Relation means forget-forgiveness."

"Did you see? " someone asked…
"What is this? " came reply:
"Sacrifice…this is how he could talk…"

"But whom with? "
Answer was: "his parents…"

On way down he shouted:
"My balance on the rope is easy…"
"But I need the balance of parents…"

From crowd a voice said:
"Selfishness has killed it…"

Another: "It is dead; gone missing…"