[03] On Absolute Zero Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq

1.

If I could be a kite
Who will trace from the earth
If you could be a kite
Should I trace from the earth

Palmistry of life is zero
Let's read the calligraphy of transcended time
On the dream— a big absolute zero


2.

Coins left to someone's palm
Who needs much time to throw
I can't organize to feel strong

Highway is calling that cool name
The days are wasting missing
A ray has crossed brain yard

Lament sparrows are sleeping
Sunbeam is portraying on the
Orchid plants an outline glaze

I don't know how to hold tight
And diminishing from a slipper
From air to soil with a big absolute zero


3.

Living and non-living— A to Z— 1 to α
Seen and unseen matters— soil—soil is there
From soil to soil— medium of growth
Goodbye my friends— soil is my love
Beam is beckoning— soil is calling

Tongue to vanish earnings— eye to store memory
Money to craft demand— friend to spend emotion
Birth to hug death— livings to fertilize soil
Love to enter sorrow— life to find that zero
Gateway is calling us— let us go then to the absolute zero


4.

Billions of yesterdays evaporated
Trillions of events vanished— forgone
Dreamy futures hug pale presents
Pasts weep from coconut tree hole
Like infant birds— mutely

These unlimited physical and meta-physical demands
Boundless chemical or biological feelings— hollow

Both prince and street children will
Taste the same door entrance
Absolute zero or pied piper of Hamelin— coming