In Search Of Own Tune Poem by Reza Raza

A cloud in search of its own tune-
Rubbing his flying-life keeps the light on- days, months, years.
Passion burns at the root of desire -
With intensive practice spreads the wind like a fan -
It spreads the smooth horse mane, unearthly neigh.
Kaliganga's marshy breeze blows towards the densely-loved coast.

Oh, unfortunate cloud!
The forest that touches the retina of the day's shining eyes
Has hidden your tune in its folds,
And that is your own personal tune.
Song of the wind-mill, the hymn of the stars plays in nights folds
The quiet mist looks for the tune-seeking cloud's silent tears.