My Haven Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My haven

Simple is my haven.

I sit, watch, in corner
-look at leaves, the fallen
-flatly or piled…

Most of them dark brown
-and are wet in the rain…

We speak heart to heart
-do not need any tongue!

Our feelings travel
-as we gaze in silence.

Every word we exchange
-is love-filled, clear.

I pray to skies:
- "Keep sending drizzles."

Passersby stare and
-their smiles, eyebrows
-talk of what have in heart
- "Crazy of the day…! "

I never care for the
-blind kids of indoors
-to know of the nature!

My mother is nature and
-she remains my haven.