Poems by Delwar Hossain

Poems by Delwar Hossain
I’m making my way towards the market
With some dozens of clouds wrapped with petals,
Ounce of dews and sun wet waters for sale.
If met on the way, you must make call, Taking into hand, you must see if you want
You must buy if you want
At the slight price of handful rainbow.
Supposing that it’s ending here
After this, no way open
No rush of busy men coming from the passage
No corrugation of red papers, no two lines as to you
In the yard of stale poems with past pens
Supposing that here is the long ending
After that, I to calculate all the rights derived
I to hold the roses of the morn, empty hand,
Unheard calls of the prime birds leaving me behind
Supposing that here is our ending way
The morns of the earth disappeared shedding compassion
I to behold a glimpse of sun dropping life
Longs to appear in the imperilled fogs
I to walk again along the long way
Even though I am not asked for a single time.

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