Two house lizards— hugging
Under florescent lamp
Making love— love stops at lust
Lust is the last station— get down
East-west-north-south beckoning
Let's move— but where is home
Homeless soul— run and run
Floating imagination poetic cool
Summer follows— to blaze
Like house lizards— confined
Within love-lust boundary
Fortune burns life effectively
Poem 08
Book 'Affluent Love- The Silent Killer' February 2012
Copyright Writer
Adarsha Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 978-984-8875-33-9
Very beautiful and deep fable, you are very clever man, Ashraful..10... Sincerely, Tsira
It's seldom one comes across a poet, who can masterly connect love making lizatds to complicated human living, excellent and fluent.10+++
In my eyes you have just become DR.hakiu! . in the Traditional form connecting things of the Earth to man and under GOD. Very well expressed. I know you probly don't keep a score as I do not, but I give this one a 10+++ have a blessed day
great content and well penned...deeply refelctive well done cheers
i see two broken tails dancing...... ah! poetry......... please read the poems from no 132 to 140 in my poetry collection. these poems are written by and written on my little sister Silssa, who died of cancer. these are the poems she wrote to fight against cancer. please read and comment.
This is surely a deep and meaningful poem. Being an observer as you are, your imagination has taken us to your profound conclusion. Thank you Ashraful! 10 Karin Anderson
you know sir! ! every one who visit u must be thinking..'oh gosh! ! i wish i can write like this'.. i don't know, i wish i can write such sweet ones..... great one indeed A++ regards shan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great imagination out of observation...good poet you are Ashraf...thanks...10