Salvation Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

Don't quest to perceive why am I that much bewildered?
By what is my rheum rainy in this unearthly hours?
My keekers, those are everyone's tinsel,
Dropping the pearls from my eyes stands for the scrolling down of rain from everyone's tinfoil.

There was a billowy river.
Afterwards, being droughty transformed into corn-field,
Hence dwelling was constructed on the alluvial floor;
Out of therein monsters are born.
I can not undertake this evolution in any ways.
Allow my pluvial sight to weep, if the abolished river is awaken again,
Let my tears be a parlance of salvation.