Who is walking on a fade tape?
In the falling afternoon of yellow leaves?
Who is going to a mysterious land?
Walk holds hand tightly to that journey
Yesterdays are inflowing into the snake hole
Butterfly can't fix trance while flower blooms
Days enter into night's studio apartment!
Who is that person dazzling at the age of seventy?
Sleeping under a leafless tree unaccompanied alone?
Who is bathing into moonbeams with grasses on the lawn?
Sun wakes up in the eastern city, takes some rest
And sleeps in the western town daily
But can we rewind time like an mp3 player?
Poem 28
Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007
Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen
Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8700-82-X
Ashraful Musaddeq
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