Tired Time Poem by Mashiur Rahman

The road after the road is silent

Field on the other side of the field; Touches the afternoon of Chaitra


The sun is bathing the surrounding plants

Sometimes the wind blows

Patting like a fat woman


Figures drawn in the smoke of two fingers

Tired time in the composite format of the future


The Ferrari dreamers lost their top before they were caught

In search of lost dreams

Vision when stuck in the folds of nature

I create new eyes


Now I have a variety of eyes!