Back To The Pavilion Poem by Reza Raza

Yet the sway of her hips—
Like the beautiful bend of a river pulls the rope of desire;
Superb sparks at the top of her unique palace
Keeps awakened the anxious eyes of the Sirius.

The sun shines on the back of the dying moment
His eternal age burns in Twilight's chest
The lamp of life shines in the uncertain night sky.

Yellow light signal plays the mournful tune of the end of the festival
Like a sad song at the end of the day.
At the end the intensity and uproar of blood-
It gets the Pitiful return to the original house,
The tiny fish of the night rush to return to the shore,
Last breath of the evening is faded in the eyes of the helpless silence
Words have written meaningless history for so long, but tears is in her eyes!