Pursuit Of Poet In The City Poem by Reza Raza

The top of the midnight tower yawns in the crowd of clouds
Pomegranate seeds of sleep lie on the pillow of slumber
Behind the sodium lights, art of coition is still on the ebb and tide
Smell of urban sands is soaked in ghostly auras in the folds of fifty-two lanes

Here lies the tension of intense desire
The bow of cold night wakes up in the chariot of silence
The poet's sleepless eyes read the language of solitude;
Achievement in pursuit is a line of unearthly light
The pitiful artist of skull paints the watercolor image
Illusion preserves strange bonds in abstract signals of desire.