Rahman Henry Poems

Birds made of glass
Bees of wax
Butterflies of plastic
Horses of sweet globules
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At the end, only remain the sigh and
Silent cry of a proud king
Who has lost his days
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No slogan-chanting crowd
No voice
No poster
No protest or procession
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You are my love
Merry Christmas
I find double directions
In your hands:
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They appeared with high voice
The gods and the saviours,
Distributors of either democracy or development
And asked:
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Did I ever ask for it?
What would I do with manna?
Has it come in use to shake old age off
or stop death and evil news?
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Gold should always glitter.
If doesn't,
Make it glittering
By all means!
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