The story of a different city
Published: 28 August 2020, 00:00
Shamim Ahmed
In the thunderbolt of two-sided orbital love,
At eight o'clock the woman drowned in the black vein of the man.
Where the calculation of intellect is floating in the body,
Laughed hard, cried a lot, drowned in the evening of love.
Horseman Tasmina is just a boatman,
Love will not be the silent bet of the black girl-poet.
On the luxury bus of the body-country glitter,
The ego floats in the black sky of Ghupari-gali.
Happiness is only authoritarian, caste discrimination,
Sharp intellect, forgiveness and a huge heart,
There is no black-and-white side in the face of fire,
Why chase only kalomeyera, men do not understand the rush?
Masculine arrogance in the flow of false talk,
The woman forgave the patient - the responsibility is very heavy.
If there is an outpost of sorrow in full contemplation,
Nirvara, you are the lifeblood of Ashtaguni.
If the weak body is exposed to the wire, it will cross the horizon,
The sky will be filled with new fragrance, the truth is ten bahari.
ohhh. this is the first time to know that.