My Life Poem by Mashiur Rahman

I burnt me to kill myself
Potential in me that I kill myself
Naked expectation of time is possible to kill myself
White profane to kill myself
Blood flowing in green to kill myself
Reds still to kill myself
Dark joyful to kill myself
To see white Profane on Black sacred
To hear the sounds of potential above impossible sounds
The sacred - profane unclean - clean to compose the same source
That threw before conscience of uterus, dancing….
Red- red white -white black -black unclean - the sanctity of peace World

Glowing happy dreams catching like a wall lizard slowly
By thoughts net catching sound like spider
Distribute catching the sound and catching dreams
That mix in air like the smoke for cloud for rain
A night gradually loses in my two legs
Submit in ash-tray like consumed half cigarettes
A day scatter as time on ground, Books on table
Like unexpected-expected love around me
Actually, I erratic myself by blue combustion for new creation.