Cruel Time - Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
What's happening or to be happened
On the other bank of the river?
Is there any modest bonsai well and good-
Any ribbon to connect far and near?
Occurrence is loosing its phenomenon
Magic can't peeps through eye sights!
Scorching sunny day rolling on dusts
Moon-less night sits on insomniac grill
Dark-blue grief walks on a rope-way
Situation is a cruel demand for network!
Time is walking on the cool wave
Alien is calling from an unknown chip!
Book 'Firefly Can't Make a Day' February 2008
Rhythm Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
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