And Flies The Ash! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

A dreamy reality
Blurred ground
Two desperate souls; sole body
Whispers resonate,
Come close to me
Yeah, with your decent physique
Ye Half-opened eyed babe
Hair waving like angelic feathers
Appearance arises,
Tired body; timeless tenancy
Chest tightened with ripened breasts,
Feel thy age and step inn
Arms of peaceful night awaits
Awaits the serious calmness
A monumental love
kisses on rose-petals
A bit more closer,
My eyes filled with thine light
Aroma of the sweat
Pleasing like the Persian Hyacinths
A grave and the doorless world
Amidst twinkle the modest stars
And the wisdom enters the rosy valley
The image eventually stands awfully
Italian artists shelter the couple
Armours mouthed against love seeds
The giggles of lilies hum,
At the nick of the notorious hour
Flies the ash of the celibate souls.