In The City Of Memories Poem by Reza Raza

And in this great city I have spent the last 300 years
Like the rising moon and the setting moon-sun-stars
With few hopes, ten dreams, a dozen nightmares
I am alive with it, still alive.
At the top of the bald building of Muchiram Deuri
With an invisible boat I deliver my luxury dreams
Blue thought falls down like drizzle.

Every day the copper dawn evolves
In the nimble wheels of time
My age grows,
Like the tender stalk of a calabash
The night becomes dark
The stars show the way to mild moonlight.

A flock of white birds comes in the guise of strange clouds;
Entering through the rusty bars of window
Convey greetings and bow down head
With thousand wet kisses to an unknown poet with deep emotion.
The night air, heavy with the smell of cannabis,
Then it falls down, suddenly falls down
Some stars tied in the edge of the old moon -lady
Lonely night heron flows to the top of the building in the dark.

With desperate depression
I stay awake in this city,
Wine drunk night gets drowsy
On the massive breasts of Tilottama and Nandini;
Climbing the stairs
Suddenly a pleasant smell of soil
Finally searches for me -
Gets Tired of searching in the rule of fatigue.