A Question to Ranju - by Mozammel Haque Ranju
Ranju, I want to know
How you drink
A whole bottle of ‘red-hot love'
Sitting under an anemic moon!
In an instant haste
You produce poetry -
With crude vandalism.
You play foul with the words
In a ruthless craze.
Love is not safe in your hand anymore.
It is just another commotion
Of your day-to-day life.
You abuse the words
With masterly charm -
Only to make love
A mere carnal thing.
I really wonder -
An ill-fated maestro that you are,
Have you ever felt in your irate brain
The frail structure
Of this fallen society?
I like to ask Ranju this very question
When you tell us in your trance
Of a rogue copulation
Full with erotic surge -
Don't words rebel with you?
Don't they confront you?
In your very core -
Do every of these odd balls
Spare you for your heinous crime?
All these,
I want to know.
03 March 1987
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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