Time Is Fixed Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

The sparrow of time is flying in the Milky Way
That flew from the first Father's labor room.
Never moss was grown in the red stone's Mars
So all planets are like dead child…
Though the astronomers like to live in the maze!
Trampled down by horse hoop the ants still take smell of ethereal bodies
And the festival of fishes into amorous whirlpool is still captivating the heart.
There is endless helium in the hand of sun, endless light fall of the moon
And to light-year away the brown planets aren't deviated from its orbit.
Yet the immeasurable beauty of queen rose wins everybody's heart
And delighted wandering of seven princesses into the palace of rainbow!
Yet there's jump of atom, and the blue envelop in the hand of star
Alas! There's not a single pendulum into the watch of Great Allah.