In The Darkness Of Reactivity Poem by Reza Raza

Twilight also came to an end at last.
when the first rain of Summer brings the sweet smell of soil
I cross the Satmukhi lake to have the fragrance;
The so-called Great wises smile.

When torrential rain of the body inundates two banks
The Super Moon radiates light by rubbing darkness;
Confused, I register my name in the register of martyrs.
The so-called wises get contented with grinning.

If love cherished in the oasis under the serpent's hood
Gets nostalgic, the passe ex-girlfriend
Kiss me Forgetting all her huffs
And returns to her germinating youth of twenty.
If I gift her my poetry manuscript of 1342 years old
The so-called wises tying my hands in great joy
Throw me into the stream of the Mahananda.