A Drop Of Water Poem by Mahmoodul Haque Sayed

Our arms shall not embrace us any longer
lips shall not be exciting to touch our lips.
Walking alone, you are, don’t know
going to which direction; I also don’t know
the sun is rising from which direction.

Standing alone, bare, wretched, split up, a tired beggar;
like a broken plate begging—suffering from incurable fever;
if anyone throw a dead coin for that walking from path to path;
abruptly seeing a dropp of pearl is trembling in my fist.


Note: the original of this poem in Bengali by poet Humayun Azad