Baghcheh
Baghcheh is mini bagh
A garden, too petite.
He has one in his house
Placed in Aurora…
(Natural light in the sky)
He, the son of the Khans
Lived in lands, spacious
With rivers, springs
Also hills and mountains.
Now he, in late sixties
Has bagheh’s produce
His smile looks sunset
Same is years in remain
Life’s phases in a curve.
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