Impatient Heat Of Poem Rahman Mazid.
Impatient Heat of Poem
When, where, how to get acquainted with poetry
Today, after so many years, memories are very unprepared to give that information
Forgetting the temptation of love, I clung to it with my heart.
Poetry is the guardian of my brain, the killer of sleep.
Every night I take a dose of Revitalil, float my heart by boat into my dream.
Son of priest used to sprinkle flowers in the morning and evening in the temple of the deity.
I am looking for a goat at his feet or in the wilderness.
If I get it, it will be like a ring in the anonymity of poetry
Shakti da used to stand in the corner of Jayanagar Park and smoke a cigarette.
Still now it running inside with a sigh of relief.
I also ran after him, hanging the poet around his neck.
Every day I cross the dream wave in that boat
In front of the Qutub Minar, in the crowd, I saw a boat and its peak.
Grandfather's ancestor is standing on the head of the poet's furniture.
I think there is a basket in the sky standing on the pillar of electricity.
The lack of worldliness is over the irritation of my poetry!
How many times have I thought I would sell it in the Forbidden Village or at the Casino Club!
Suddenly the pioneers of India come out from every where.
It is as if someone announcing banned speach sitting on the pillar of cloud
Then my body is being pushed with the wall and awake my heart.
The soul of a poem as tender as the skin of a child will not be harmed
Sleeping in the elder's bed, restroom or even in the bathroom
At the age of eighteen, he was like a leech smelling of blood.
In this way day after day, night after night
Then I tolerate the heat of poetry, to live, to die every day.