Poetry about Tehran, old and beautiful, crowded and romantic and Milad Tower

Tehran poems

I'm gonna run

A little bit of separation, apart from the memory of memories.

Get cancer

O my soul is my soul

Passed and passed on and crocheted

Tired of the city's view

Tired of the bitter view of Tehran

Tired of the vomiting in the throat

Crying out a crying man silently

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The street is yours, Tehran is yours

The trees next to these streets are your spring

You were raining in the rain, and everywhere you go

Still, these green branches are under your burden

This city is still yours and your mention and prayer

Azan, mosque to mosque, recount your credentials

You were the Sun from our generation, Muhammad, our oldest

The world is in your orbit to see the sun tomorrow

You are the spring of Sarani, which is also Lebanon and Palestine

If you have a drop of blood, it is safe to you

If Johnny is in the dream vessels called Ghods

It is the steps of your fasting followers

There is still darkness from the avalanche of this city

Sepidah Bakhtehrani who is after you

You are the eyes of the people of this land, the land is too late

Take a look, every time you are hoping for you

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What to say about the field and the street?

What to say about the guest of Tehran?

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My poems are not in the air of Tehran

Although the way home to this city is not far away

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My Tehran poet, stay in Tehran again

That's what I say, the weather is not unpleasant
thanks to : شعر در مورد تهران