Horrible Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Horrible

Night arrived in East and
-was ready for race and
-shivered Sun in West and
-was sure of losing if on track.

Horrible, fearsome…
-seemed a witch, the sky,
-covered with not dust but
-the clouds in war-zones.

Together, assembled
-gave a life the fighters
-to painting, after years
-in a cave; after long
-faded, paled from dark.

In the shades of grey
-active and lying dead
-visible were to eyes
-fetish and half naked
-waving-hand, an angel:
- "Hey, stop this fear;
-do not make a mistake
-to take me as the death.
-I am main source of life
-am not gun, bomb, drone.
-Unlike them (made to kill)
-I scare as parent and teacher.
-Then become most giving.
-Look at seas and oceans
-see rivers floating…
-Look at heights and the lows
-of mountains and jungles…"

Her speech stopped me;
-saw the gorgeous sky
-with grey-shades, clouds.
-Dreadful they seemed but
-in their depths of fear
-promised livelihood…
-Saw heavens' beauty…