Writing Poetry In Bar Poem by Reza Raza

Night's Body, Mind,
The steady wind of its melancholy mingled with the violin
Has become the raven of the surreal horizon.

Illusory tears run down the night's backbone
The fumed fountain of liquor overflows in golden glasses;
In the dim light of the bar-
Getting crowded the gloomy clouds of the city whispers
Shaking in a single cup-
When the majesty of beloved Vodka falls for the fifth time
In the eyes of the groggy poet-
The unworldly imagery of poetry immerges
The extreme lonely poet-
Writes his own poetry in the color of grasshoppers' eyes.