You Come With Cloud-Stricken Fever / Poem by Kamrul Islam

 
Poem by Kamrul Islam
 
 
You Come With Cloud-Stricken Fever
 
( To a bard whose name is written
on the crazy petals of wild flowers )
 
Days gone by but you’re still standing
before a maiden window shrouded with
morning prayers beside a canal of
wounded snails.
I see in your face the wings of my soul
howling for the morning dew to be soaked in…
I cannot tell how to arrange words
to peep through the rancorous history
and sardonic humor of human love.
You come in rains singing and reminiscing
the cloud-stricken fever and
never-ending flow of artful rehearsal,
My soul reads the world again
spreading the map that shrieks sometimes
to die for nothing…
 
Copyright@ Kamrul Islam
Bangladesh
 

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