Bye
Goodbye
Goodbye O the 2019
You are not old year
I couldn't cross you
But you crossed me away
Today
On the hatch of rising Sun
First dawn of New Year
White snow dawn
Good morrow with angelic foggy attire in air
I tried to buy the time,
the left times
But there I didn't find any sales agent of the time
Numeric counting number of time crossing me
1,2,3...... now 2019 Years of BC have passed
Now I'm ready in the mesmerizing womb of winter
Not to buy New Year but to greet in madrigal with flowers
Fragrance of bloomed rose embraces the time
and Time is coming on every place of this earth
as the virgin damsel to hear the voice oftogether
HAPPY NEW YEAR
-December 24,2019 Chattogram
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem makes a point, the illustration adds to it, and the result is lovely.