A Bird Of Mystery Poem by Rahman Henry

At a salty forest of the south,
An unimaginable bird of mystery
Sings out in fine tune and lovely sad voice;

Where there are monotonous hue and cry of machines
Procession of CFC gas__
I make my ears attentive
And hear a melancholy
You, only you were, once practiced with
Songs of this kind.

Those who gets love become
The brightest stars in the sky;
Those who only loves but get no returning
May become a bird in the salty forest of the south.

In my mind, still there are burning a fire
With flame of love, repentance and fragrance of grief.