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Songs in silence
Mahmudul Hasan Hemal
Published : Saturday, 15 July, 2017 at 12:00 AM, Update: 15.07.2017 12:41:50 AM, Count : 397
(i)
You are the paper; I am print head.
You are blood and I am red.
I am a tin can. You are a ferrite magnet.
You are a ferrite magnet. I am a tin can.
You are a heated up induction motor;
and I am the integrated cooling fan.
(ii)
Who am I? I'm the same as He.
He likes us where He really be
like thousands of flower
in One flowering tree.
Without me, Him you can't see.
Without us, to Him,
He won't let you be.
(iii)
Don't cut the rock
That mends your edge,
O knife!
Don't shun the death
in springs of life!
Don't read stories;
read people, my son.
Don't smile a smile
unless they're inborn!
(iv)
It is better to kiss, than to just talk
while walking this lone town.
For our words be wiped out;
our kisses be written down.
In kingdom of no and none,
red as blood turns pale as brown,
we must have love hereafter
for we will depart, not our crown.
It is better to kiss, than to just talk.
A heart has only the key, not the lock.
(v)
Be the pain
and inflict upon thee.
Be the chain
that sets you free.
If thou art nought disessed,
how can you be healed?
If thou art nought empty
how can you be filled?  
(vi)
I am a man,
not an wireless; I'm based on LAN,
when I touch you
monochrome is filled with hue;
when I touch you
our replica comes
in the delivery room--
all brand new.
(vii)
You are fire:
me a full tank gasoline.
You are grass, and I am
what makes you green.
(viii)
It is like an iron blazed as red.
The more you hit,
the more it shines.
I've already given you clue
to revenge.
(ix)
No one tapped my window pane.
No one walked down memory lane.
No one in the lighthouse,
to see the storm
and to die.
No one tapped my window pane.
No one died back the memory lane.
(ix)
Like night of sedating fog,
moon full and tide high
wine drip-drops
between truth and lie
and among all of them
the sound of silence
whispered my name.
(x)
You can't hide a light.
In the light
you see -- a night
hidden upon a day,
and there is the clue:
I almost mean
what I do not say.

The writer is a post-graduate from Department of English, University of Chittagong








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