.., Rahman .., Henry

Gold Star - 27,586 Points (14 January 1970 / Natore, Bangladesh.)

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Best Poem of .., Rahman .., Henry

Dynasty Of Arrogance

The night is taken by the rain.

Someone came out of the mirror
in my lone bedroom and said:

'I want to stay awake with you! '

It is dark outside and flooding insane.
The high ambition is down to the knee
And a dynasty of arrogance is diminished
like a straw going down the stream.





* Translated from original (Bengali) to English by RAZIA SULTANA

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Those Days Would Come

Surely would come those days
Of rain,
Endless;
At the midnight, still
In the moon light, Songs would start again,
you and me
Would bathe together
until our eye-balls grow red
And our heads turn green;

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