Implicit Thought Poem by Reza Raza

Life is a wonderful myth-
Thousand skulls painted on the pages of the universe to catch the absurd,
Hydrocarbons get diminished off being burned.

Gradually desire the new-
Illusory life searching new gets crushed on Ghaseti Begum's mortar
Yet the cliff of basic principle remains unchanged.

If a miraculous power is revealed-
I don't care-
May be good, or bad
The horizon is the infinite twang of bow string of love or nothingness ever.