Cuckoo sings- a single leaf falls on the grass
Sound wakes up without noise.
Night passes very slowly
Day breakfast with morning moon
Young sparrow cries from the ventilator
Poet counts the teeth of passionate moon
Grief climbs up a newer gloomy hill.
Rain falls on the grass, mini olive flowers
Sound of water drops comes
From the ancient well
Rain on moss- duckweed blooms
Tree-frog searches raincoat.
Under different roof within bitter wind
Sick butterflies’ gossip
With the skeleton of orchid-petals
Clouds come and go, firefly can’t make a day.
Poem 05
Book ‘Firefly Can’t Make a Day’ February 2008
Copyright Writer
Rhythm Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8319-63-8
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