Al Mahmud Poems
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In This Fascination
Wandering over the whole world,
I come back for you
to knock at your door . For you
I defeat the maddened sword of poverty.
You are mine in this fascination
I go to unlock the darkness of death.
With unbarred kissing and humming
I embrace you and remain benumbed.
I stand as if I were a tree of green smell
or a crystal house where in the glassy darkness
black fishes take the golden stones
into their mouth.
My household is clean, white and small
like an aquarium;
who are you the sweet fish getting enlightened
into the blue ...
The Foam Of Wind
Nothing lasts, behold.
Behold how the leaves, the flowers, the old villagers,
the pose of rivers' dancing, the brazen pitchers and
the fire of hookah
and the flock of grown up girls gradually diminish
like the monsoon of Hilsa fish !
The yellow leaves, sounding in the wind,
fall down on the droughty desolate land.
The foreign ducks too,