Tahmin Alam Tahmin Poems

Waking up to the hissing noise of the pressure cooker,
Sweat soaking my mother's rosy cheeks,
A life barely lived inside the walls of the kitchen,
My mother neither yielded nor complained.
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Death approaches me like a gentleman,
Taps twice on my frail left shoulder,
Opens the door of the 'Vehicle of Eternity',
And then drives me towards the road of 'Paradise'.
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Gather around, children,
Sit close, and listen well.

The wind starts to blow wildly,
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