A slow motioned world.
An unnatural sun has risen.
Bright light is all around.
Yet nothing is visible.
There is a crack on the window-pane.
The culmination of this minor crack will bring havoc.
There will be no privacy any more.
People will mock at this nudity.
Dark smoke is curling up.
The butts of cigarettes want to be spared.
The match sticks too are weary.
I see your face in my shadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and elegantly brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing Masidur.