Deathbed Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Deathbed

With summer in deathbed
The Sun leans on its cane!

The clouds are devils;
Go around and claim:
"The king was dethroned;
Handicap has wheelchair! "

I look up and see them
They are like children;
Play, and are careless.

Invite them: "Come play; "
They show their real face;
First smile, then reverse!

Their eyes are loveliest
In hearts, they carry hate;
Send storm, thunder, rain!

Me, being in this age
Have seen lot, am expert;
Close are the days that
Change skin woods, forests
Overnight, then next day…

In such time, the sidewalks
Will turn to canvases
Covered with leaves fallen.

Go close to mirror
Look at me in terror
Keep searching for myself
Find it inside canvas;
My mind, well-spread
Is in the largest frame,
With oil paint, brushes.

Anxiously am waiting;
Joy in heart is beating
For seeing "Falling Leaves! "