Spark Of Lust Poem by Reza Raza

Dawn, like the river flowing on the wings of green leaves,
And it is the tired flow of long awaking night.
Illusory rays fall through the udder of the sun;
That is the wonderful channel of the colorful life
Bismillah Khan' Sanai comes out through the lid of the magic barrel
The clamor of the crowd stops as the thunderbolt resounds in air
Her face gets illuminated by the beautiful lightning
It is engraved on the old leaning tree of impeccable beauty.

Here lies the beautiful city under the flying sari-
On all the ways, the cave of Ajanta gets burnt down by lust,
The water of eager desire trembles at the mouth of juicy lips.