[03] Who 2 Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq

Dedicated to Brain-Mate Dot

He didn't tell that the moon is only for him
But the moon didn't refrain
From enjoying

On the velvet tape of slippery time
Moving from zero to zero
He didn't want to be a hero

If charmed at first sight is offense
Then spit to his eyes and face
Or abhor him from mind-brain

Is it sparkling bubble of obsession
Mere an illusion of brain
Only mania— unfair daydream

If the orchid blooms on pot
The poet listen the vibration from distance
On the silent bed of untouched desire

A big python came and eaten up the path
Now he is out of path
Gradually entering from existence to non-existence quickly
Feeling zero in the brain
A face on the blood corpuscles is reddish rose

One simplest desire
Pulls to the core like lexatanil tablet
Silently like cancer
Converting like venom
Disgrace is like that shooting star offspring of star

One dangerous geometric problem is moving
D is the middle point of ABC triangle
If she is A— he is B
We can asses easily who is D
We may also think that
A + B = D - then here starts

Who is than C completing this triangle
Then what is E and why
AD is not equal to BD
Therefore pain starts there
Or C is desired but sudden entrance of E
Never ever welcomed-greeted

Who is E
Geometric solution without formula
He who wants is indeed an ass

Within imagination not only an ass but also a mule
Ruminating quietly on laying position
The result hanging a big zero
On the soul