Clay Pot Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Clay pot

Have said and must repeat:
"Am in love and indeed,
Enjoy what, have done, did
When making round trips,
Meet people, chat, speak."

In people I find joy,
If are right, or ploy.

Each of two has a way
To point at good way
To find joy, pleasure.

Here is example:
"Come inside, " the host said;
Looked around as always,
Clay-works filled some shelf,
Among them pots like mine.

At those I pointed:
"I had two of the same."

Then told her, explained
How broke one of them.

"You want a replacement? "
She asked, then insisted:
"Must take this for yourself."

Yes, thanks to "Door to door"
I go to encounter the people.

I show them my respect,
Smile and joke with them;
While honest, give and take
We become good friends.

Most of all I learn that
Love is like treasures
Hidden in cave of chest;
Use Love-key to find them.