Many Branches Poem by Reza Raza

The walking bodies of people are wounded by thorns
Cloudy sky on a gloomy face is like a lonely soul on a lonely island
The past plays its music in the chest of waves of water
Eyes searching for the light falling on still water seek the water life
Incomparable song of its illusory words is in tune.
You too see the serene sound of the ocher in the air
Desire for union in the soul of the flower is like the rustling of the leaf of desire.