poet Rayhan Rhyne

Rayhan Rhyne

The Old Man

Forgetting over and over,
his mind is a killing ground now;
he is to stand face to face with death
in a cold war everyday.

The breath of the old man-a poignant neigh
of that horse, fate has cast off
whose rider in a deserted land, all alone.

Still, he jogs in red trousers
at dawn, he rides again on the back of a young horse-like world;
keeps thinking, what can he do with this life?

(Translated from Bangla by Raihan Sharif)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 17, 2008
Poem Edited: Thursday, July 17, 2008

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