Let Us Write Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Let us write on the tree of the shark I have seen and the shahs visited, dead, alive from Ahmad to Nadir and much more...
Let us write on the walls with pencil, with the chalk and charcoal as we did when were child, you and I and kids around.
Let us write on the wind; it’s coming to take me; you remain in your place, as you have, for ages as did rocks or mountain.
Let us write on water; that is me, I’m moving to the farms, to see friends, to see grass and bushes or the trees and the fruits.
Let us write on the fog that I want as my wheel, dissipate with sun’s heat. ‘Where or when is not issue’ going is aim; topic.
Let us write on the cloud...I have changed, you have not. I must shake my wings and...take speed...say good bye; and cry.
Let us write
Let us write
Let us write while here and alive.