Jumped At - Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
Who jumped in the old pond? Memory?
An ancient sound is reflecting at mid-night
Night's dark calligraphy looks so fresh
Why wild roses are crying? Grief?
Orchid's eyes are filled with water
Petals of wind floats at the balcony
Shadow of dew runs on the surface
Sunbeam leopard jumped at the street.
Idle soot-broom wake up and walks
Cockroach asked and the window replied
Mid-night crickets are crying for moon
Noisy ceremony is bathing in the chilly rain!
Book 'Firefly Can't Make a Day' February 2008
Rhythm Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
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