After Valentine Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

After Valentine

After Valentine

Roads are wet,
The sky is covered,
Sky's king wears a veil.

No cars, no vehicles,
Just a few, too random.

But homeless,
Almost soaked,
With worn shoes,
Patched garments!

With a wrinkled forehead,
Surprised, I question:
"Are we in Eritrea?
Gaza, or South Sudan?
Afghanistan? Canada? "

Sunday, February 16, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: valentine
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