Quicksand Poem by Reza Raza

The crying of rain plays in the soul of the salty air
The meditation of Valmiki Collapses in solitude
Transliteration continues on different secret pages of history
The stream of time leaves the great skill of concentrated fame
Incredibly strange images get embodied on the colonnade.

The attainment of all pujas is finally lost in the wide horizon
And on the meaningless neck of the peculiar giraffe
However, strong desires run in all the veins of the body.