" The Last Conversation" Poem by Masidur Rahaman

A red curtain was shivering
Coming in contact with a chilly wind.
A sleepless table lamp was counting time
To be extinguished
To leave us in the kingdom of solitary independence.

Burning cigarette gave birth to the sulks.
Clouds seemed to hold the harness of rain for a long time.
In no time it would come down in thousands.

Your sulks had kept me imprisoned so far.
You would vanish, your transient sulks would vanish.
But the conversation would last until my last breath.