The Fable Once I Heard.... Poem by Rafiqul Anowar

It's really something miraculous to me.
Some thing strange I am writing now.
Actually know nothing what to do.
I am just digging and taking out the body of the dead,
of something, of someone whom I buried sixteen years ago.
It's nostalgic, but I amazed:
The body I expected as skeleton remained fresh as today.
I can smell beauty and feel the breath of that love.
Then I realize to bring life to that body.
I don't know where to put the golden stick or the silver stick –
by the touch of which, The Sleeping princess will awake from the eternal sleep.
The Princes got sleep by the magical power of unknown
Witch of our ancient time. And a prince will come and wake her –
thus the fable I heard when I was child.
I am not the prince. But I see her now.
How can I wake the Princess from Sleeping Kingdom?
The poet reminds me:
'In a moment the world will get her once and then lost forever'…