Dribble Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dribble

They walk and eyes watch and
Heart beats and the brain is drunk.

Two of them hand in hand
Think of finding a path
To cross, go forward…

The child is too small
And mother, over-sized
In belly she has child…

They are by the Sheppard
Great is Troika; it is a Miracle
Resonating a park, or garden
With many colourful flowers.

Run, zigzag the questions…

One side looks at mankind,
Advancements and science
That can land on the Moon,
Makes guns, ships, to drones.

Another sees claims
About past, present,
Future and nature…

"Start was with Big-Bang
And end is Black-Hole."

March questions on the mind:
What about the soul, ghost?
What about spirit?
What about the feelings?
What about animals?
And trees, lakes and seas?
Who made her in this way?
Do you see ribs on chest?
And breasts to feed the…?
Then tummy, soft sweet?
How fetus can live there?