Blunder Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq

The silky lines of daybreak enters
Through the window as the roots
Targeting to attack me and they
Have completed the preparation

Though it's not a holiday
But the drowsy sky becoming white
It wants to sleep more a bit

When the earth started to yawn
Number and intensity of events and accidents
Started to grow in geometric progression

On the growing canvas of the rotation way
Of the earth, those are hanging with safety pins
Invisibly beyond our eyesight

What a vast the universe is
What a narrow
The world of our two eyes

We actually see almost nothing
But yet what we see
We think that we saw nothing— saw nothing
Or what we have seen those were blunder