The doll game you hid
Behind the self of matured life.
There you are sitting before you.
Your heart and mind lean down to see in the mirror:
You are warning yourself, guarding-
To save the fluffy doll inside you.
It was also inside to the one who came after you
She, he, you or we don't understand the mind about dolls
But does the heart knows what the mind knows?
The moment they face each other,
It seems they know too much,
So,
If the mind hummed because the carpenter bee has come
The heart dances in the same wave of magic spells.
If the mind is under thoughts and logic,
The heart is set free.
The flow of emotion goes on
While speaking in upstream and downstream.
20/12/2020
Dhaka
- Translated by Shromona Hossain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem