Platform Number Four Translated By Md Jashim Uddin Poem by RAHMAN MAZID

Platform Number Four
Rahman Mazid

My scalp is buried deep in the soil
Before it was dusted
 I have trodden the other three great earth
 I came to be like a vast mountain part
As long as an old bot.
A spring flowing from the top of the mountain
What can stand in mercury stone?
He runs towards the sea, in search of infinity
I also running through the wire circuit
As fast as lightning
Oh listen! rang the siren of ended
I heard.
 Platform number four is my final destination
Another gray morning like the color of your breath
The morning dew will melt right now on the tips of the grass.