A Confession Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A Confession

In depths of seas, oceans,
-springs, lakes, currents,
-buried are love-secrets.

Prayers are whispered
-for hidden confessions
-by the loyal keepers,
-not priests, preachers…

Best is the faithfulness
-of Dervish; of humble.

To the box of conscious
-I approach to confess:
- "Forgive my selfishness,
-since I am a nothing
-and, if, am anything
-it must be a talent
-given by Mom-Nature
-to hold as deposit
-and give it to people! "

So, let me listen to
-each, and every reader;
-who suggest or comment.

Then, please correct me;
-since I am an agent
-in poems and writings…

I am not a painting,
-neither a bell to ring;
-I am child and in need.

Help me to have a voice
-from the depths of seas
-to plains and the hills
-to mountains and people
-to the birds and the fish
-to the wild and cities
-to awake and asleep…