Eternal Waiting Turn Poem by Reza Raza

Then a lot of hair and pubic hair grew up
They grew up and rolled his legs on the ground.

As if a long-winded root of an entire Banyan tree
Crossing the Armpit valley
Came to the ground-
Exquisite beauty images were embodied
But the eternal waiting turn was yet to finish.

There was a lot of whispering and whispering
A lot things were cut and a lot of knots were tied
By Cutting and binding
It made a gigantic straw-stack of farmer's house
Like a very big mountain
Exquisite beauty images were embodied
But the eternal waiting turn was yet to finish.