Stuck In Between Blurred Line Poem by Ashik Mahmud

I am moved without moving,
Moved by a photo and stuck for a while
All those heavens with no clouds!
Or, the river seems to be a stunned mirror
Without any part of any heaven and green
Where Wind stopped after ripples burnt away,
Crimson, Silver or Copper- no matter,
It had the river without water
Or, It had the heaven without river;
A thin line where-
Sky becomes a river, clean and smooth
Or a whole sky carried in a river
Or, both are there.