I feel the eternity as if the time is stagnant for thousands of years
I kept staring at my canvas with a breathless breath
I feel thousands of lives dancing in my vein
I touched her with acute passion
For thousands of years I have fallen into oblivion
Leaving behind the chaos and admirers
I concealed her from the glimpse of the world
I endowed abandant garlands of tears
As the tune of eternity is to be ordained
I cuddle with an infirm heart
All the passage of the shadows of relic signifies
Beneath my touch
Silence is the death…
A Sensual castigation for the ones for separation.
* translated by: Jaiedy Jaman Azizi Birbal bhai…. thanks for your sleepless nights and efforts!