The Reply Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Reply



The Reply

I sat down,
Faced the wall,
Raised my hand,
Four fingers,
And a thumb,
Many joints,
And my palm,
Saw treks,
Many lines,
Turning hand,
Saw knuckles,
Heard questions:
"Who are you?
Where are we?
What is life?
Why like this? "

I was lost,
Lost in thoughts!

No reply,
Silence ruled,
The voice died!

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