Destroyed Image Poem by Zosim Uddin

I won't write poem again,
Because she comes in my imagine.
Imagined the nature of childhood,
Which is destroyed by a flood.

The playground where I played,
The field of golden crops,
The pond of fishes which was my father's hope,
The garden which was my mother's dream,
The road by which I went to market and school,
The house of my friend in where my many night spent,
At Last the river's beauty where I went to refreshment
Everything is destroyed by the flood.
If I write, it will be lamented and cursed.

If I curse the river, it tells me,
'I'm innocent that's happened just for thee.
If you help me to be river being,
I must give you my blessing.
If you destroy me,
I must destroy thee.'