Home Is Home Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Home is home

In one of occasions
Mesmerised, stood where
The leaves were overhead.

Though brown, faded, dead
Still, they hung right there.

One of them did notice
That I was staring…

Must have read my wonder
So, replied with kindness:
"We heard of what happened…"

I looked on, with patience
Leaf took time, explained,
Slowly, with talent
Of a good narrator
And fully in detail.

"Among us some agents
Followed the immigrants,
Forcefully scattered
In cities and plains,
Both alive and the dead…"

On its edge a drop
From rain or the fog?
Whatever, leaf stopped!

To me, scene was too wild!

Felt trace of fear
In the sighs, complains!
Then, suddenly, silence!

I was sad since I share
Sorrow of migration
And being displaced:
"One's home is a mother
Even if burning Hell…"