The Courtyard Of Imagination Poem by Reza Raza

If the eyes count nine eight seven
Being full of joy in my yard
Rolls down the generous sky
The deep secret stream of glacier flows -
With the convulsed nerve of tiger with excitement.

If I stay in the humble peak of meditation
In the knee-deep Flood at my door,
You catch the tail of the fish, the hum of the wind
Disruptive period fever leaves with sweat
You and me, me and you
Beautiful permutation and combination.