| Sunday, 06 June 2021 | Print
The forehead being constantly bleeding,
Indoor-outdoors, soil and fondness, in grief
Bleeding – the colour of blood red.
The colour being expanse on clothes, hands, fingers
In flowing streams, on denticulate lips
All relationships sharp knives
It pierces instantly from time to time, shadow-design
The weakest moments bought with colourful money
Without any understanding, at length-width
Increases hatred, split of hardship and blazing,
Bleeding, flaming mind, in pale moonlit
Bleeding, by bombs of depression, continuing,
Accumulate in the sewn pocket, evil wound!
Translated by Faruk Ahmed Roni
Copyright@Ataur Rahman Milad
Posted 12:07 am | Sunday, 06 June 2021
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