Broadcasting Poem by Rahman Henry

Thou art printed in thousands of eyes
You are circulated widely...
Here, 'You' refers to both the eyes of you
Twin lamented shade in you
Not only eyes,
Eyes and the chin
Love___
Cozy happiness, curling up in sleep,

It seems to be circulated
A coldness of pain
From spinal cord
To downwards...

After falling in love
I slept inadvertently
It's only the absence of you
That makes me wide awake
As if, I'm a man___ painted...

Therefore
In the midst of current and roaring wave
Some people come to know
That I'm a poet
For long since,
Even before composing any poem

The fireflies glitter
The evening is overwhelmed
With the candle of a priest

And I'm sleepless
Distressed by your separation
Floating
In silence
In a lonely-boat

Some stories are broadcast air to air
Me, myself, too printed now
In the lace of night
In the home of dust,
In grass
Here,
In the non-Aryan sky of Bengal...