A Dream For A New Morning. Poem by Masidur Rahaman

It was no man land.
The possibility to see through the intense darkness is nil.
Water, dark water is beckoning to take a nap.
Trees on the strand are sentinels.

The dilapidated castle we have built in the air is standing still.
Lighting of a cigarette brings bliss.
You sulk with your face turning other way.
I purchased the cancer stick pickpocketing in the bus.

I am hungry, you are hungry.
Let us cuddle each other until the first ray of Sun declares daybreak.
Let us dream of a bright morning.
Where we will hardly feel scarcity of food.