Honk, honk the automobile keeps sounding.
The road is in shambles; a disquieting bluish light
Keeps flashing on and off.
Wild speed breakers rattle bones,
Suddenly, an odd brake screeches-
A mad man, angry at lovers
Who've taken over a children's park hollers:
"How can you smile, knowing this is the world we live in? "
A broken brick on his hand, he looks furious!
He's coming forward and I freeze
But my driver holds my hands tight:
"He has no guts, Mr.!
I'm here."
Tea stalls across the street go wild
With the music of late 80s drums:
"Wearing discolored jeans
Lighted cigarette on his lips
Buttons of his red shirt wide open"
Dolly sings on.
Confused by the smile of a high school girl,
And seeing the red lights on the flooded street-
I fall in love again with my moribund city
I fall in love with Khulna yet again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thought-out and nicely penned with conviction. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Md.
I'm glad you liked it! Thank you!