One Touch Of Venus Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

One touch of Venus

He was a German
Migrated with bags
Lost her in Paris
Not loss but simple
She got up and left

This is how world is
Don't count on ladies
Their pockets too deep

New York again
Back on his track
She came to resurface
His plates refilled

Would a man ever
Think of marriage
Knowing the women
The Hell; talk heaven

Where is what we heard
Saying our mothers:
"Women are lovers
Love and sacrifice! "

One touch of Venus
Had I heard of this
I would've never
Gone to marry her.