I was born there
in a naive village
now this is my city
I walk on the city path
now I walk by the royal path
like the mouth of a hungry child
there suddenly the piece of onion
shows me the path of cost living
I'm in the bed-sheet of sleeping child
the biting cold of winter drives me to a winter cake
dogs are very happy with the street fire
barking they are very much in the cold of the night
withered mouth feels grief
no food for the hungry belly
the light of lamppost in the tempest
speaks with twinkling stars daily
no dream, no desire I have
I walk and observe my life
moon speaks with her beloved
and makes the dragonfly her dove
no caravansary is near to my walking path
no hard drinks I have
walking path is very long
rightly I think I need to drink
I buy the letters, the words, the sentences
by my whimsical thoughtful press
to drink I make by these all some poetry
everyday surely I pursue the life of dignity!
-December 10,2019 Chattogram
laced with beautiful poetic expressions, full of imagery, some heavy stuff, too heavy for a straight forward writer like me. no thanks I am not ready to digest as yet, dear poet.
I hope you don't drink as in alcohol though. Your poem is impressive and wonderful in how you express your poetic muse. I really liked the lamppost stanza and the dragonfly one. Kudos for a great poem!
A beautiful poem! Fascinating expression with a brilliant last line...admired and appreciated....Top score!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No dream! ! ! ! No desire! No food for the hungry belly. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.