Hold The Door Please Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hold the door please

Like old man in soy-lent
-aware of all the gates…
-a light and the candle…
-to the books with knowledge

I want home
I want home
I want home

There can choose my colours
-springs and winters
-green and flowers
-with my foods
-nature's taste

I want home
I want home
I want home

No one come after me
-unless late, very late

Cannot live among the
Clichés
Clichés
Clichés
-'Ignorance is bliss! '

I want home
I want home
I want home

Hey old man in that film
-I'm coming so please
-be kind and hold the door!

I want home
I want home
I want home.