Masud Khan

Rookie (29th May 1959 / Bangladesh)

A Tale Of A Lone Grave - Poem by Masud Khan

A lone grave burning in the scorching mid-day sun.
“22 Paush 1382” the epitaph reads.
Some monk builds an monastery deep into the earth
With radiant blood and sharp intellect.

The ignoramus explores the realm of the dead for relics.
Arched abode, arched quest, arched plain—
Caressing the tombstone, a calendar’s ashes blow away.
Stupid man, those constructions are results of wrong engineering.

White and grey—compositions in white and white.
A man divided into disproportionate pieces—
Caressing the tombstone, a calendar’s ashes blow away.
A man transformed into a stony compound.

Translated by Subrata Augustine Gomes, Poet, Writer


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 22, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010


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