Broken City Poem by AFFAQ NABI

May you reside with me in this Acer tree?
Away from the riots, rumors of your broken city.
Come here, O, come here, a memorable
Event it would be; come out of the vulgarity

Blooming in your doomed city; it's unrecoverable.
Come, O, come here, and then breathe fully
In this aesthetical island dale, which delivers
An unbelievable sea of comfort and tranquility.

Whisper of quail song, so pretty, on a windy tree.
In your central city, everything is worse off.
Come here, O, come, to this riverside, so fair
And square, O, life is only here; and fear not
Rough weather, or lonely hills, my dear,

The spring pushes sooner to the holy wells,
To awaken the dead earth through music bells.