The Soluble Rain / Poem by Kamrul Islam

Poem by Kamrul Islam
The Soluble Rain
Come to the end with a dream
to the budding morn–
A so called communist asked me
about his swelling fingers
that cannot count the coconuts
of his dying trees.
It’s a shocking moment
that he encountered with
mocking sound once and again.
What is the use of
sleeping with such fragile beauty
that plays with hopelessness?
Some cloudy trees grow
with the soluble rain,
When gentle shades come from the
Jungle of primitive norms…
©Kamrul Islam

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