Tomorrow Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tomorrow

I laugh at tomorrow
When I am in grave
Or maybe
Somewhere else,
Gone, long dead…

Dirt and dust, scattered.

Someone, may, possibly
Run across my writings.

Since find it strange
Inhale it like the air
And will say:
"…he has meant! "

And I am spirit
Linger there.

And I laugh
And object
And reject
But voiceless!

All are deaf!
No one hears!

They behave like today
With the past and ancient…

Men, women,
Professors
Lie and guess!

My conscious had vision:
"Be simple, straight,
Bar and ban the guesses."

So, when comes tomorrow
The readers on their own
Will absorb the content.