May Chill Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

May chill

Grey is the sky by clouds
-a branch extends hand
-as body sends out soul
- (not to die
-but to seek good friend,)

Birds fly as does the enemy
-for ambush, camouflaged

Lands softly and noiseless
-on branch, red bishop
-my eyes hunt, surprised

Joyously and happy
-I hear songs and sounds
-violin and guitar and sitar
-percussion and cymbals
-"Go and march, ' says drum,

I go back to my teens
-am eighteen to nineteen
-uniform fixed for me
-in bus I, and going
-to unknown future
-to cave of armed forces
-becoming officer…

It kills me to even think of it
-but let us be honest…
-foundation was based there
-as brick and martyr
-took new form and shape
-had I been in mountains
-would have been a farmer
-a man of animals or shepherd
-but flood, disaster…
- (not for me…)
-paved the way…displaced…
-I walked life as imposed
-moved step by step…to here!
-with eyes of a poet…