Penalised Dream Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

I'm not Paris,
I didn't become insane to engrave Helen in the heart anytime,
Didn't construct exceptional desire in the boundary of will;
Didn't wish to kill anyone's indomitable castle of love.

Taking moribund soul awake whole night,
I enter into the darkness to invent authentic path with belief.

Paralleled circle exists in the profound of fantasy,
If gentle ray touch the sightless lid;
And then touches the blind spirit,
Perhaps I'll be able to behold everything is equal through the enlightened heart.

Elevated words will knot friendship with lower words, Possibly will turn into synonymous.

Entire creatures will be shaped alike beeline;
Exactly the way death looks with straight sight to all.

With Helenic desire; I didn't expose keekers into the blackness,
But quested to dress on white Chuddar on the backrest of night.

Nevertheless the destruction of Troy- the coil of vapor touches me repeatedly,
Everything become mystical,
Dark form into more darker,
Eventually; dreams become penalised.