Nassy Fesharaki

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Your Eyes - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Your eyes

I get lost when eyes talk
Like a kid in the bus
Mother sits in back-seat
By mistake kid gets off
Till taken from behind

Kid cries and cries
“Want my mom…oh my mom”

The taker is the mom
Not woman in front

“Kid is lost! ”

That is me in your eyes
Being black; desert’s night
Or blue of the sea; and sky

Maybe not

In jungle of trees with grass
And mushroom and the moss

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about Your Eyes by Nassy Fesharaki

  • Samkelo Dlamini (4/2/2015 2:26:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem, thank you (Report)Reply

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  • Mehta Hasmukh AmathalalMehta Hasmukh Amathalal (3/21/2015 2:19:00 AM)

    your eyes are majestic with appearance
    we all get shelter at once
    for you black and white makes no differences
    you are like two eyes

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 13, 2015

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