Death Of Ice Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Death of Ice

In the mid-spring
melted the snow, ice,
Ran from peaks to sides,
Clean and pristine streams.

Glaciers that remained,
Never saw "Depression, "
With daggers in the head.

Now, past is poisoned,
Everything polluted!
The icebergs are depressed.

Himalaya lost patience,
With anger, she shouted:
"I am killed, am martyred, "
Then, turned to murderer,
Thanks to the pollution!

Her flood washed away,
Many dead and houses,
None to be recovered!

The same is in Andes,
And the Alps is of kin,
Our has done this.

Like teasers in discos
Undressed are the Poles,
Both in South and in North.

Modesty has died, shame,
It steamed, went away,
Nothing left of cover,
Shyness went, disappeared!

When will be the next jump?
Where will be next flood?
Will collapses the sky?

Thanks to our pollution! ?