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Rahman Mostafiz Poem
A virtual reality runs slowly
In my over-trodden heart
No more agonies make me happy now
That I enjoyed in the past.
Like a flock of homecoming birds
Milky melancholies run
Bending downwards droop, stoop and
Get their port at last.
Doleful dismal sadness vast
I have in my wounded heart
Nothing remains
Not even dizziness mark
But a heap of only sparkling dark.
Cockroach corpus ant or lizard
Nobody gets wet near or far
That a silent cry
Doesn’t have any single drop of tear.
Copyright © Rahman Mostafiz | Year Posted 2014
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Rahman Mostafiz Poem
Then I dived into the Lethe
And could not recognize even
The pattern of my own face-
But I could easily count, there,
The uncountable lashes
Of your deep smoky eyes.
Then I traveled
To the islands of Lotos Eaters
And found myself forgetting, there,
The limbs of my own-
But I could easily pipe and play
All the reeds of your
Soft, lovely and melodious flute.
Now a portrait of
Perception I can easily exploit
That living without you is
Simply impossible to me
And to my exploited self.
Copyright © Rahman Mostafiz | Year Posted 2014
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