Short Hawker Poems

She hawks with dusk,
Aft gloom slightly waters the earth.
Proclaiming her filthy bodies
With seductive strides
Amidst the lawn of preys.
Hoping that her veiled tainted elegance
Would lure another victim
To the depths of her lavender quilts....

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when the morning alarm rang,
all amazed , I sprang,
my sleep cracked,
and dream hijacked.
She holds my hand tight,
walking close to river sight.
I lead her as brisk walker,
hardly care about any hawker.
She walks in slow paces,
together, we win many races.
I thought of that moon image factor
we as life partners reserve a life chapter....

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O Yes
Here only flowers in my crate
Red, white, green, blue, pink, purple …….
Colorful many flowers

No; there is no thorn
No; there is no hate
There no pain can born

O really sorry
I do not sell Scriptures sticker
Here you are Ma'm for the flowers
I’m just a hawker
From the bazaar of heart
I’m just hawker of love


May 12, 2020 Chattogram...

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Here I draw
The warmth kiss on the chest of the blue sky

From the crystal flows of a poetic river
I drink the rhythmic love

I love Thee
but they say-"My love is a fictitious hawker
If I have no deep market of love in my heart"

Quiet I am
in the alley of roses
Drawing exhale and inhale breaths

Monk for love I am not a slave
Maybe, love can tolerate all


10.09.2020 Chattogram...

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Manic Melancholia

He flew high as a kite with no ceiling concealing his madness

A hawker plying his trade with all prayers lost preying on reason

Sold out flapping wings and the wind soaring no sores attached

No strings yet a puppet found but not lost scraping skies all in one

He struck the most delirious chords strangled the care of his mind

A hanged man falling a bruising garrotte noosed losing the plot then

The parachute opened on impact buried the mania deep under cover...

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