When the old night sleeps and snores
Riding on the desire like the neck of the giraffe
Mind goes out in the tender moonbeam.
Rose on the throne of destination
Breaking the curtain of the forces long salute.
Billion youngsters go to the rose on the highway
This journey has illusion, has sex
Mind touching word-necklace of song and poem.
When the old night sleeps and snores
Roses bloom into moonlight.
Poem 12
Book 'Firefly Can't Make a Day' February 2008
Copyright Writer
Rhythm Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8319-63-8
a wonderland of picturesqe with delightful implicatures 10
Extraordinary imagery. Praise for your eloquent pen. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
old nights sleep and roses bloom.... beautifully woven....10