My Love Poem by Mashiur Rahman

My love, memorable oblivion, he's a black spider's web hanging like an old spider's web hanging on the ceiling!

There is a great lack of beauty in them, a little bit of indifference grows...


As it grows, the spider's droppings become the vines of the banyan tree

I remember two of them swinging on a banyan tree once; While eating the swing, he felt like the swing of a breathable clock, the artisan of time

But you can't eat a spider's web

The worn-out image of the stopping time


Suddenly a lizard jumped from the ceiling

Black spider web on his body!

My love is up to that.