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On Thinking ( আমার কবিতার অনুবাদ ‘ভাবনায়’ প্রকাশিত লিটল ম্যাগাজিন ‘জলজ’ চৈত্র ১৪১৪)

November 23, 2016

On thinking


Morning is an open window only a river took birth.


Lies are mask but before a sleep they are unmasked.


How I’m in costume have eager to see a naked and a dark.


love are with this people silence an another turn there cuckoos tune are burn.


All you have only think that a sky should also.


Child extend the hands I’m a knot with the sky.


When I’m with a non rhythmic language you just pointed that wounded face in broken window.


You are a water ball when you break’s mixes to that I’m telling me.



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