Jahir Hasan

I climb up the ladder
leaning against the yellow tree in me.

I see people are enjoying theater in my world
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ARRIVING AT THE HILL TO SING A SONG

when Iarrived at the hill
I saw myself singing a song
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I get down into the wine-glass of mine
Get down into the sea taking it quite deep
I see and I stare
See myself sitting on a table
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that is a child's grave
he is refusing to accept the system of graves
he is trying to come out
to play, towards this world
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the magician, from within the ear, shall
conjure an elephant, so i await

white rice on the plate
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unknown station. fog filled.
road desolate.
the train-driver is old, he
can't even find
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lightning streak, as if a woman, such tenderness one feels
the cloud is the grave
still that grave crumples, drizzles!
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in my mind a beam-balance hangs
all my cares, all weight I place there
a park there
a rivulet
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tidbit poem

from deep within my wallet, many a day later
money-receipt of quantum foundation, blood red,
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After the rain -
I've got to conduct a rehearsal
I've asked
A pair of hanged drops on a string
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When the duskcomesdown
I approach myself toward the pomegranate tree
Mingle me in the profound darkness of past
Because I wishedto be a tail of this darkness
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My aunt's daughter, you are having bath and are washing cloths in the bathroom
What the hell you are reading in the room dawn to dusk
My aunt's daughter, keeping jesmines in your palm and smelling
You are caressing the kid fisking around the pigeon-hole
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I keep asking to my wife, mother and Parul weren'tI a train's driver
I notice their replies are almost negative
I let them make it clear that I were there
They have a clear idea on my affairs rather than me So I acknowledge them with great due respect
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I couldn't make myself understand why Nafi.

I'm waiting in a tea stall without having a cup of tea.
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The Shalik belongs to none
I offer them rice and grains. They don't look
pretty enough if they don't keep flying
I chide them.
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Those who are ostracized with the smell of grass
Come under my feathers
Sitting on the paddy husk
Sunbeams saying,
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that-house, I take a picture
then I enter it.
its resident beast emerges.
I set ablaze the house.
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when i lean
toward you
and when
i don't
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In those days
I had a beautiful red coloured rattle
I didn't keep beating!
Like all other thingsit's music spend up
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