‎I Walk, I Sing Poetry

‎Mesfakus Salahin

‎Bangladesh

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‎The ocean whispers to me –

‎I must go to her

‎She is mine

‎I will surrender my helplessness to her

‎I will seek my selfhood in the vastness

‎I will compose the poetry of life in the salt water.

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‎The mountain calls me, with a sigh

‎Undoutly, I will go to it

‎His sorrow is my sorrow

‎I will lose myself in its depths

‎I will pour water on its bloody heart

‎I will deposit my melted love there.

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‎The tree  calls me in illusion-
‎I will go to it
‎I will hide afternoon in the illusion of its shadow
‎I will play until the sun sets
‎The ignorant mind will be greener
‎The moment of poetry will relax in the leaves of the branches.
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‎The sky calls me with a wink
‎I will go to it
‎I will hide my tears in the raft of clouds
‎I will decorate causal story with rainbow
‎The river of desire will hang on the stairs of heaven
‎The stories will be the dawn of poetry.
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‎People call me to make fun of me-
‎I will not go near them
‎All the lanterns are in the shell of people
‎I will not bind dreams in a new net every day
‎People who eat  mind run away
‎I walk, I sing poetry.
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‎If you call me
‎I will become you
‎The ocean will be your saree
‎The mountain will be your home
‎The tree will be your time
‎The sky will be your vacation
‎You will be the fountain of my poetry
‎And I wii be a holiday in the lap of poetry.
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