If I Die
I dream my pure death everyday
on the mountain of thirty five years
Zodiac sign tells me nothing
but I'm unstable in my immune suffering
Next Boishakh may be mine
Decorating the flowery palanquin
If I die nothing will happen
Earth is ever living agent as usual
Some tears of sad rainy sky
the drought ground will devour
Seeing weeds on the sepulchral breast
Passerby will be assured- nothing was there
22.07.2020 Chattogram
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