Nod Poem by Delwar Hossain

Nod



Being alone
inside the room
he passes his troubled time.

The inauspicious spirits
have built abode
in the arbour.

The feathers of owl
drop down
at the light wind.

The intolerent lss
slowly and steadily
takes him in the land of nod

Sunday, March 25, 2018
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