Nassy Fesharaki - Tiger

Tiger

Tiger
It is boring to see my feet in an ant-like walk toward the graveyard;
So you tell me of climbing to the crest of mountain and the fast-fall
Tell me of how that is when my foot is of no use, tell me; tell me so
I can see you when nowhere is home, nothing is calm and no friend

Tiger
It is your time to tell me, tell me of rightly wrong and of wrong rights
Tell me of the moon; talk to me of your consistency in efforts to reach
Reaching for moon, tell me, tell me, and tell me of the cause for action
Which; greed, inspiration or hope? Tell me that you are not the animal
Of the factories on a towel, on a blanket or a pregnant and old woman
Knitting with yarn to forget the time, tell me, tell me; tell me in details

Tiger
I am tired of these swamps, puddles and ditches where worms crawl to
Live a crow’s life, a seagull’s or the pig’s life or of vultures’, coyotes’
Tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger…talk…talk and talk

Nassy Fesharaki

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