Very Simple Poem Poem by Reza Raza

Mass noise after crossing door-frame
Everyone is intoxicated with theological debates
The ascent is in the conduct of infidels
As much splendor in one's own religion
In smoking someone tries in vain to
Reduce the extreme excitement.


They want me to join too
In their theoretical discussion.

Scared-
Terrified I am in silence
Flee away-
Careless simplehearted I am.
Flee away
Where the green of the abandoned forest exists
I close my eyes and meditate
Wonderful calligraphy that I see in illusory mirror-
Humanism is the best, nothing else is above it.