You began with a lament
Of a sorrowful song
That in the lonely sunset
Amidst the rising of homeless verses
It built its nest
From the sob of every word
Your eyes
Witnessed a tear
That bit into the wet skin of paper
And from the bitter seed of sorrow
Began to sprout
In the nowhere of a deserted memory
Where did you find your home
That the blossoms of bitter orange
In an untimely bloom
Draw the intoxication of your breath
With drunken delight
While the soft stems of the morning glory
?Revel in the dance with the breeze
O the very essence of the ghazal
Whose gaze lingers on
The forlorn solitude of songs
Whispering
The weightless color of poetry
Thirsts for the intoxicating nectar
That from the scarlet blooms of desire
Takes new life
Pouring, without restraint
The ecstatic touch of the divine
Into the numb body of words
Arsalan, Tehran
June 16, 2024
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