Do not go so far that you will not know when the season comes,
will not accept the thrill of touch!
Don't go so far that you need to return to the past life.
Don't go so far that you won't get an address of postman. The note written in the ink of the clouds is torn in shame!
Don't go so far as to turn me into a bandit and return to the world of moon!
Written - 22/07/2024
Motijheel, Dhaka, Bangladesh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem