At A Mid-Day Poem by R. Amin

Did not keep my mind in my office

How is furniture irrelevant

This ashtray pin the last shelf of Elmira

They are prisoner observer and history

Any time the office will be destroyed

The face will be burnt.

At mid-day when keep my mind at office

the alphabet gives slogan silently

Are we also inheritance of Frost Shelly Tolstoy

Try to create poetry without inclination,

Which had collected in boyhood.

Ever return to past

the picture of bargaining of rate

at village market during sunset

the last tremor of stringed

or waiting of mother at doorframe

Intend to see the period of present

Seeking a lot of money

Though I am an unemployed

Illegal building often blows my eye

Also have a small broken mirror

Have a small family

Where have seen the picture of pain world.

Look at the fresh sky of future

A dream a house of happiness

A baby will have grown up without food

At a “Baby day”

Will go to destination.

-R.Amin
Bangladesh