Some Dialogues With A Night Bird Poem by MD SHAHADAT HOSSAIN

I used to work at a night shop,
Once there a night bird had to stop,
She forgot to take her envelop
I safely kept it unless it may drop.

After couple days she came back again,
It's seemed she had lots of pain,
Might be she had taken some cocain
It's my thought, I was uncertain.

I asked her, 'did you leave here something? '
She said, An envelope contains valuable thing
I assured her, it can't be missing,
Hearing this she started to crying.

Again I asked her, 'what do you do? '
Her eyes turned into a volcano
I was drinking a coffee named Espresso,
Actually she was from Morocco.

From that day she started to come there daily
She explained her life story shortly
She was looking for a job desperately,
She put her name into prostitution abhorrently.