Pet sorrow walks around
Presence sleeps on the edge of ware
Your breathing air is diluting
In the atmosphere.
I feel your presence on the globe
Birds, plants, flowers are delighted
Inside a brain crying rock-wave
Utility falls back to need.
A man is sitting alone
Freeing false balloon in the air
Kissing the cheek of pet
Idiotic fantasy of golden spider.
Poem 08
Book 'Firefly Can't Make a Day' February 2008
Copyright Writer
Rhythm Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8319-63-8
Ashraful Musaddeq
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