The Wide Horizon Poem by Reza Raza

Echoes of illusory voices lie in the bosom of the sleeping night
It sounds in the mind of a lonely bird; nobody looks for it.

Silent transformation of one's own nature falls on the pages of time
Illusory spectrum across the chest of the chilly night
Bewilderment draws the watercolor image of eternal youth in blood.

Waves of incessant lust unleashes
The beautiful folds of the hem of the beloved one
The nimble spinning wheel of time gets stopped.