I see I’m one eyed man,
blind, dry eyed existence!
But the salty water,
brook is flowing here from my dried eyes!
I’m too far to understand
Don’t know how this stream is coming down
from the dried eyes.
I don’t know; don’t know of this water
Cause I lost everything; the power of sight
Lost also sense of feeling, sense of smelling
Sense of tasting, sense of hearing
O’ I’m in and out all through dried
My audible power has no might – look o’
My soul is crying deeply because I’m the nonsense neighbor
Through dried eyes water comes from that unseen kin river
-March 12,2018 Chattogram