Trance In The Rain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trance in the rain

He, abandoned in his wheelchair
In the government housing, and
It rains, sun sets, clouds colored
They, the two Chinese, chit chat
We, think to our pasts, presents
Small Worlds, phase in sinusoid
I, eat the seedless golden grapes
Those Shapeless Times, Travels,
Mirage's woman dressed reverse
One can't say, where hides a face
Multiculturalism, creations; devils
Marches in rain, past is nightmare
Shapeless Thoughts, all, his, ours,
"Fast do This not That is an order"