Lamp oil has been
finished
Ink of quills has been
finished
White papers have become
black and grey
The bin has been
filled up with
torn writings papers
Writing table and chair
have been attacked
by weevils
Four lonely wall's plaster
has been covered
by moss
Undertakers has come
The old writer's body
has laid on deserted floor
this body, as if, says
"O bier bearer!
please stop your walking
O Necropolis!
Wait a while
Let me bring my phoenix soul- the grey haired writings! "
-November 16,2018 Chattogram
He does not want to be separated from his poems. But his poems will live on, long after he has gone. Creatively composed, and beautifully written!
Mahtab, such a well executed poetic write...................
What a grave picture of mental loneliness you have painted, my friend.
When lamp oil is finished at that time white paper turns black or grey. This poem carries amazing poetic expression. An excellent poem is well penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aging! ! Black and grey! Musing along with life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.