Why Poem by ala rhmn

Why returning again and again
to that place
the place of crime
Like a professional killer
under crushed glass rain

rains attacking every thing leading to you
streets with golden dust and its crowded shops,
lovely dogs bark
charismatic fire of dancing beauty girls in stretched cloth

making air milky!

While this old foxy man dragging eyes behind his journal
following you catching me in that Coffee shop

why like Romeo joining this yearly tragic course
why I continue traveling towards you in Coffin of cemented fungi!