Watercolor Image And Syntax Poem by Reza Raza

Accumulating contaminated material in the hip of midnight
The pain radiates magic to the hip area
Dreams fade into the retina of the night painted on the windows of the silent wind.

Citizens cry at the feet of the rural scenery in heart-wrenching pain
Critical situation -
Even if a lot of dust falls on the mirror of memory
The green body of the prehistoric storm swayed innocently in the corner of the eye
The green grove of thick reeds silently beckons me.

Beautiful sentences of all languages finally fell like torrents of rain in the night courtyard
Cutting through the chest of darkness these syntaxes whistle in the curled hair of a depressed man.

A unique melody is in the Esraj of rain
Rubbing the body against the broken body of the falling night
It heats up the strange jubilation of the drooping machine.