Shahabuddin Nagari

(6 October 1955 - / Shibganj, Chapai Nawabganj / Bangladesh)

I Came At Your Door

A powerful cold wind, of freezing nature
Blew inland from the ocean and rocked Frankfurt city
The sky is plastered with thick pieces of dark cloud
As if somebody kept the slices like butter dexterously
On the fields of the sky.
Waiting before the red signal light of the street
I was drowned in the depth of civilization of history
Artistic modernized Messe tower touching the sky and
Massive century-old rail station remained mingled beside the road

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