Hush Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hush

Only if I wrote on paper and with a pen
Not using keyboard and computer
Only if you knew what I am talking of
Not seeing simply as if a camera
Only if you could fly on carpet, magic one
That I was made on and grew on

Would open my heart, be friend for a talk
But not when you read to interpret

I, my dear, am a vase introduced by Khayyam
My past long; much to talk
And you are, my dear, by robot brainwashed
Can I talk of Scheherazade?

What you know?
What you get?

Then best let:

You be you
And I, I

Rest is hush.