Pole Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pole

Destine for auroras
Absent are thoughts,
And mind…

Feel being in madhouse
Tied to chains of the life
By Satan of clouds…

Calls on me the agent
Agent is a thick fog.

Cannot see left or right,
Blur is all around
What can lie in front…?

Beats the heart
Fast and hard
It throbs…

Poor my heart
All alone in the wild.

They talk of the skies
Galaxies, and stars…

Some talk of the seabed
The corals and fishes…

What is God-particle?
And Big Bang?
And water?

Want to go to igloo
Live in it and sleep
To become part of ice;
Observe, love auroras…

City life is enough
Do not want to fly
Neither need any car
Wait for me auroras…