The Fountain Poem by Khondoker Shajahan Raj

I saw the dog barking over a child
The child formed with some
unnecessary blood and flesh
Of his parents
What it could say but cried
A far cry from the Byzantium
Its father couldn't hear
nor its fountain
Like the falcon that
Cannot hear its falconer.
In the 119th floor
another fountain was
wetting its father
as if it wanted to be
Mother Marry.
But the sound of the child
is today dimmed
And only the chaos of the fountain
is only heard.