I'll Come Home Too Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

I've placed the corpse in the country's cemetery
With apathetic sight, the phenomenon of father!

Enjoying the fresh breeze on the mast of a vessel,
I'll stick rubiginous dreams of Caesalpinia-pulcherrima
Into any unknown girl's sight.

My livelihood will be comely as Anthocephalus indices,
Once, like the Banian tree, my children and then grandchildren
Will be grown-up steam branches-
Through domestic life.

My senses will scrape alike smooth teeth of comb -
Yard to the horizon.
Them flowers of outlying garth, hilly trees of overseas -
The whitish foam of the ocean, the entire geometrical-aesthetic building,
With the whole beauty of the two poles-
My journey will be embellished.

Insofar the radial heart flares the elongated glow,
By a call-
Leaving indecisive deals, resolved credence,
I've to say- ' Dad, I'm coming home too, as you did.