Rahman Henry Poems

The night is taken by the rain.

Someone came out of the mirror
in my lone bedroom and said:
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At times and in some cases
Truth can be mixed with
Guile and guilt
Truth can be manipulated
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Bangladesh, a safari for the rulers,

Where struggle for freedom and democracy
Never ends
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The beauty, more covetable than the charm of breasts
Of a pretty woman, hidden somewhere in this world
Or in the dreams of a poet, yet to come;
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I have a little experience of travelling the world.
I even don’t know how to jump
And never stood before a waterfall for real
But nowadays in my sleep
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When I found myself dead in my dream
I was of 41 only and 64 is yours
You were happy enough to
Find a way for remaining crowned till '41
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They seem not to stop
Piercing continous even the corpse
With sharp spears
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It was
A
Christmas day
And
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