Poetry About Iran

Alborz snow holds its pale line above Tehran's evening traffic. Tea darkens beside a plate of herbs and warm bread. Persian verses pass from grandparents to children across the table. A garden gathers water, shade, fruit, and geometry behind its wall. Bazaars braid copper, spice, cloth, bargaining, and news. Ancient stones and crowded apartments occupy the same long history.

Persian verses pass from grandparents to children across the table. Families celebrate, argue, study, work, and wait beneath public rules. The desert teaches distance while the Caspian keeps another climate. No nation can be reduced to its government or another country's fear. Diaspora turns recipes, music, and language into portable rooms. Iran contains millions of ordinary worlds still speaking for themselves.

Alborz snow holds its pale line above Tehran's evening traffic. Bazaars braid copper, spice, cloth, bargaining, and news. Ancient stones and crowded apartments occupy the same long history. No nation can be reduced to its government or another country's fear. Night settles over domes, highways, courtyards, and mountain paths. Iran contains millions of ordinary worlds still speaking for themselves.