Silence Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Silence

He taught me
(As he says!)
how to keep my silence.

I like the…
(Being silence and patience and…
Two ears when at work
imbibing all the said, all the talk.)

It is hard when flow is just junk,
(most of times)
backbiting and nonsense,
jealousy, between legs,
cheap stuffs and make -ups.

But still I imbibe
(In my car when drive passengers
Returning of parties…from bars.)
full hearted, and with love
start-up to stop.