Contribution Poem by R. Amin

In the melody of flutter

In a procession around with slogan

Quaking lips under oak

Love awakes up everyday.

Love has been died everyday

Severe breathe in the midnight

At conspiracy of village council

On raped dead body.

Last question to my grand father

Your feudal love could not stopped

Thousand birds at graveyard of Maleyessee

Or another Vietminh in the forest of Bolivia

It is not my failure, dear

Please look

Have not dried tears of Tajmahal

I have desire

Want to tell you as poet

My all contribution on your vestige.

-R.Amin
Bangladesh