Conference Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

The birds informed -
Rejecting the air route, landing the animated yard of green vegetables, flashing the standing orphan children in school assembly,
will return to the nest.

Muzzling the ever-known song of woodland,
They'll pass over eight moments of the day, knowing noiseless on the beak.

Rainy will alight-
Forming shower will roll ceaselessly through the Winter's heart.

Every flower of Spring-
will become a falling-off leaf.
Southern wind will unnecessarily blow up Banyan, anterio couples of beloved including home.

The land will turn into a novel desolated globe,
losing the fertility of its ground.

Creatures will come out from lonely cavities,
will build a pavilion here and there,
The entire ferocious will get out to swallow azimuth.

I'm (as Honorable Moderator of the Assembly) curious to know- for what it occurs!

'We're pretty good; You're- the best creations, bloodsucker of own mother-
Can easily pour lethal Hemlock into the mouth of judgment! '

I departed from the conference silently, in shyness.