poet Rayhan Rhyne

Rayhan Rhyne

With Rupa Tashmin

Bringing home Rupa Tashmin,
I saw an apple and a knife on my table.
Opening the northern window,
the wild-fowl warbled in the wood,
it fluttered the whole afternoon in that girl.

A gang of boys of my own block
pelts with stones towards
my southern windows.

I keep on listening to an unheard melody, on and on...
On my birthday that year,
my neighbors gifted me
a bottle of carbolic acid and a pack of holy books!

(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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  • Aysa Jhorna (11/9/2008 8:27:00 AM)

    is that girl came here as an image of food like apple..
    i keep on listening to an unheard melody, on and on...its realy nice.

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