Sabidin Ibrahim

Rookie - 50 Points (15-11-1987 / Comilla)

Poetry: On The Way

It was 4 am in the morning,2 hours yet to see the sun
Some poetry were knocking at my vulnerable door!
I was planning to sleep,
All was ready!
I set my body unmoved as a statue -
They were knocking hard;
and they were noisy!
They grinned at me in extreme laughter-
I compromised with them and opened the door-

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