Writing Poetry Poem by Reza Raza

The body of night in its melancholy violin-
Has been the raven of the surreal universe.
Illusory tears run down the night's cheek.
The frothy fountain of wine overflows in golden glasses;
In the dim light of the tavern-
The gloomy clouds of the city crowd around and whisper.
When the luster of Vodka in the Shaking goblet -
Is poured for the eighth time, in the poet's drunken eyes -
Lot of unearthly imagery of poetry emerges.
At this Extreme moment, the lonely poet -
Writes infinite poetry of the color of eyes of a dragon-fly.