Breathing Of Fragile Times Poem by Reza Raza

Loving smooth breeze of morning
In a sweet caressing voice
Gently slap back
With consolation-
Gradually flows -
Gives a soft touch of catkin
Then-
The voice of the unseen floats-
Immerse yourself in holy deeds
Row your boat on the vast waves
Drive your miracle vehicle.
Enemy enemy games inside
Eats up-
Eats up -
Monsters with thousand heads at their own pace
And the terrible and destructive miasm
Builds the stout building block;
And my stealth greed-
Destroys the golden idol of mine.

Envious greedy beasts-
Like ruthless Stem Borers
Eat up the life of green leaves.
In the soft petals of its wonderful rose
Evil is about to enter-
Huge sensual organ is about to pierce.


What else did I get?
In the pitiful cultivation of this land?
When settling in hope-
The texture of the chest
In the infallible watch of solitary silence
And at the level of my skull
They only die-
Woken -
Images of infinite beauty.
As if-
The recently bloomed flowers-
Get suddenly dried in severe drought.


Meanwhile depressed you are -
Rising in the East at dawn
Like a depressed decaying moon
But you are disappearing fast
To another careless infinite horizon;
No talking-
No vocabulary-
You are in the vase of endangered times
Stale flower-
Rotting and will be going away-
The rest will be left-
In the dirty rags of all time!

This is a great nightmare
Intense Sultry of the month of Vadra
But in the bosom of youthful time
A sublime swing of soft Palm
Here is the intense heat of the ground
As if breathing in the roaring fire
The procession of corpses is being burnt
Being burnt Our faces have been-
Rugged lands made by chicken pox
Acid scorching distorted face
Pitiful hell of once impeccable beauty.


Endangered festival of depressed faces
As if the ancient cave painted by human regret
Hidden in the fragrance of woods
Illusory signal of surprising clock.
Here produced the huge sound of a strong Bow.

Suddenly floated-
The porpoise that dives into the water
Capitalizing its eternal desire
I write-
The dirt and regret of meaningless life
The Wonder deeds of endless illusion.