written by: Reza Raza
Call of hectic time-
Lost in the deep emptiness of solitude
There grows desire in the lonely heart
For the beloved one.
Nobody is there in the infinite loneliness
Husky voice of mourning goes on-
as if the Gallinule tired of groaning.
And free of illusion-
Hands of surreal clock moves on.
The river Breaks the silence
Welcomes from the core of its heart
And That’s river Kaligonga-
Along with its crystal clear water
Welcomes me in its soothing voice.