Death, Munirahenna Poem by Munira Chowdhury

Death, Munirahenna
Blue lights are dripping today
From the exploded moon's waxing twelfth night
In hell-land.
Me and a blind doe have opened nine doors of hell…
After piercing two eyes
I have drawn the picture of a tree on moon's back with the colours of melted eyes
This tree is the tree of paradise
A flower blossoms on the tree after the death of each baby
Oh God
If you find time would you visit to see
Many flowers have blossomed on that tree
Will you not come to sniff at least once the fragrance of Hasnahenna or Munirahenna flowers!