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Who is walking on a fade tape?
In the falling afternoon of yellow leaves?
Who is going to a mysterious land?
Walk holds hand tightly to that journey
Yesterdays are inflowing into the snake hole
Butterfly can’t fix trance while flower blooms
Days enter into night’s studio apartment!
Who is that person dazzling at the age of seventy?
Sleeping under a leafless tree unaccompanied alone?
Who is bathing into moonbeams with grasses on the lawn?
Sun wakes up in the eastern city, takes some rest
And sleeps in the western town daily
But can we rewind time like an mp3 player?
Ashraful Musaddeq
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Friday, May 09, 2008 |
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008 |
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Comments about this poem (My Aunt
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Marie Shine (5/20/2009 2:34:00 PM)
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A wonderful and glowing tribute to a dear Aunt.
What a wonderful question to ask 'why can we not rewind time like an MP3 Player'? If only Ashraful.......................... if only.
Beautiful write with hard hitting imagery.
Thank you for sharing.
10/10 from me.
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Shimon Weinroth (10/23/2008 6:04:00 AM)
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a tribute to the hierarchy of older relatives well done and recorded 10
as usual I am awed by some of your metaphors
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Sandra Fowler (9/21/2008 4:05:00 PM)
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What a wonderful tribute to your aunt. True beauty, like true poetry
is ageless. For it is a matter of the soul and spirit. Very touching.
Warm regards,
Sandra
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