I Came At Your Door Poem by Shahabuddin Nagari

A powerful cold wind, of freezing nature
Blew inland from the ocean and rocked Frankfurt city
The sky is plastered with thick pieces of dark cloud
As if somebody kept the slices like butter dexterously
On the fields of the sky.
Waiting before the red signal light of the street
I was drowned in the depth of civilization of history
Artistic modernized Messe tower touching the sky and
Massive century-old rail station remained mingled beside the road
Meticulous terracotta shopping mall of the City centre and
Mega-shop H and M was busy with the loads of Bangladeshi products.
Oh! Youthfulness carries on the wheels of this city
I never dreamt that here somewhere
Love of someone is waiting for me
Unknowingly I have decorated my dreams of orchid
On the decorated flower vase.
My lively portrait dazzles
In the dull album of somebody's life

Room number of Four hundred fifty-nine
Was shrinking quickly around me
Dominant wind, like mine, hurled on the
Square-shaped window,
Lights of the chandelier like shine Euro coins
Dwindled on the white walls
While looking at the news of fire of American Embassy
In the German TV channels my dejected fingers
Were trying to reach the telephone, and returning back
With uncanny feelings, or deep emotion
I couldn't spread my voice in your cell-phone,
But lying on clean and white bed I could feel
From the majestic Frankfurt book Fair at the plaza of Messe tower
My poems are flying away to your address like lovebirds
Some day you will know
I visited this city
You'll see my footprints are lying
Before the door of your apartment
With sheer neglect.