Rahman Henry Poems

The defence rests, your honour!

Still stands the prosecution
The accused have no confession
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Not fire, a woman can inflame a man
well

After his death
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Under a heavy stone
Our moon is covered
And a brown witch
Sitting on the stone
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Watching the ants,
I can't but convulse with laughter;

Finally, they start flying
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Thanks for the blues and sigh
You presented us
You couldn't but do this
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Plant a flower plant today
With love and affection in your hand
Tomorrow you would see a garden
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Every word of your poem
As soft as feathers
Dear poet, while reading,
Feathers turn into quills
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People who say soul is a thing to preserve
Are not right at all
I never pay heed to them
Rather my soul goes forth
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Trenchant silence
Twittering birds slept
Trumpery night
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