Rana Zaman's one English poem

 Float the boat in the sea

 

 

If anything is going to be completely destroyed

the effort to establish is futile

You float the boat in the sea without sinking in despair

Gold particles are found by ashes flying non-stop

Let the memory become a mummy in the

invisible corner of the mind

The sun's rays play endlessly in the veins of the leaves

When the stone gets tired of retaliating

a pinch of silt is available

The Terminator is born at the right time

Let the sadness fly away by riding on the seeds of silk cotton

The monkey's climb up oiled bamboo to the giraffe's head

Getting the rope if we pull the dictator fell to the ground.