Peddlers Of Dream Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

Poets are brothers of each other
Where they live, they've no border.
They're the significant flowers of same garland,
Except poets nobody can realize the poet's mind.
Except poets nobody share with the poet's weal and woe
Poets are always like babies from their head to toe.
Poets are sometimes hot of desert and sometimes frost
They're shadowy fighters against the all kinds of social ghost.
Only the poets can make symphony of humanity sitting the hell
Only the poets can spread smell in smiling face sitting in the jail.
Poets are arrogant, never salute the injustice but truth
Poets' incisive determination can capture any herculean fruit.
Poets can absorb the grief of miserable people like blotting-paper
Poets like bees can fly to collect honey of love from flower to flower.
As the ambassadors of conscience poets are welcome in the world
Hey worshipers of beauty! Be united. Who writes good or not, so what!