Some Pictures, Some Words Poem by Reza Raza

A shiny sharp knife
Piercing the beautiful morning of apple color
Running fast in the noise of the colony
Someone shouts from the roof-
Hey horrible group of foxes, leave the hands of immobile people
A few poor people float idle by the side of the ear
Sniffing the smell of steamed rice.

The Tufan mail goes away blowing huge smoke
Severe shortness of breath in the ribs of the chest
There is only one shadow companion - a devout animal
The group of tailed foxes go away eating meat and marrow.