Shout By Hamid Rayhan
For Charlse Roy and Zafar Ahammad
Like in Mother-womb I grew up, I hid behind her
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Fly by Hamid Rayhan
For my friend Marylee Macdonald, fiction writer
While you submerge, the mild of Bengal flickered
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Transformationby Hamid Rayhan
Transformation
Hamid Rayhan
Mother jumps over me
with hard phrases
after I've damaged a glass
Of low priced
She makes partitions
among five members of the family,
together with our father
breaking them to pieces
with mistrust, resentful emotions,
and opposition
No one says anything,
even father stays sell-off
remembering past days
melt to tears
The poem touches me in depth as for its contrmporariness but for all time.