On The Boat Of Memory Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

On The Boat Of Memory



Girl! You have worn anklet on your feet
There is knee-deep water in my yard.
If you want to take smell of lemon's leaf
Little by little pick up your cloth to the knee.
Come on in soaked feet and push the door
Both we'll read the ancient books.
The raft of past will take away in the country of shepherd
Where the hunting gipsy is seeking wild deer
We'll eat fried peanut sitting in the kite fair
In twilight suddenly be awakened…
Alas! When shall we come back?

Saturday, August 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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