To Hamilon Poem by Swaro lipi
To Hamilon
An extensive city of the world
Where snakes are born everyday in an untidy wardrobe
He goes towards the city.
You're going to watch him leave
But there is no evening music in the city;
To get the dark and lightening
wood pencil.
Try to draw a wild duck,
Get more flutes into the hand
Let your mind go wild
It is possible to grow here,
Bedouin golden farm
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Translated by Anjuman Rosy
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8/28/2026 12:51:57 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A good piece, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Chinedu Dike