Moon lit evening— walking alone
River side road— proof of creation
Swiftly a rickshaw passed over me
Full moon eaten up some moments
— I ran and crossed the rickshaw
A motorcycle crossed me rapidly
I ran faster but failed and tired
— laughing rickshaw crossed me
We are in actual fact genuflected
To invented machine and engine
Amazing thought process.You surprise me always with your novel thoughts....Here you show again that you can tell a lot without using much words....Excellent title....10+++ - Brishti
a sweet n simple piece on genuflection.. the 3rd stanza seemed funny to me :)
a story star and end with few lines stouchingly said...10++++
you have indeed written this one in the most artistic abstract way imaginable..giving it a rythmn all its own....very enjoyable while humbling at the same time..
Thank you very much for sharing this poem with us. Great observations. Kudos.
inventive doesn't seem to do it justice. you bring the language alive as if you made it up yourself. and as always you use your gift to bring us a glimpse of the spiritual essence in all things. Thank you, Ashraful, for not just reflecting but creating beauty itself.
Thank you for birthing this poem to the world. Eternal thanks, kind sir.
A rickshaw and a motorcycle on a moonlit night. What a captivating imagist you are.Your power to create will overcome all obstacles of human invention.10/10 Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad truth but, our inventions do enslave us. The humour when you say the rickshaw laughed As it crossed you shows the satirist in you. Profound thoughts potrayed through simple verse! I geneflect before your thoughts! Angel