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Sunday, November 23, 2014, Agrahayan 9, 1421, Muharram 29, 1436 Hijr


Poetry
A child was born
Hasan Maruf
Publish Date : 2014-11-23,  Publish Time : 00:00,  View Count : 18

The sky wept tears of blood
Somewhere in the '90s
Saturday, Sunday, Monday mourned
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday got torn
Friday flew with the fleece of Golden Horn
Heaven opened its gate
Earth did take with no hate
A child came out splitting softer route
With tears of blood turned into
Tears of delight, with desire swelled
Like the ribbon in fanfare night
We kept laughing
We kept rejoicing
We kept cuddling
The child started crying
Prying into the wonders
Which were heaving restless thunder!
The child moved her fingers
Towards the weeping sky
Wagging the gesture of good bye!
We robbed her from a flickering flame
That was to be lit in a shorter frame
Now, she will roam upon some dandy shore
Keep facing the hustling shrill of rabbit's roar!
Someday, she'll scratch the soil to seal her secrets!
Together and alone we shall mourn
Burying all our sighs and regrets!

But, somewhere in the '90s
When she was born
We kept her little world adorn
With bumble bee horn
And giant flying unicorn
To make her oblivious of
Thistles and thorns!

Up came the day
We celebrated with
The Sleeping Beauty
And the Cinderella ballet
To welcome her amidst
A dizzying display
She was sprawling
Like a green field
She was beaming
Like a blue shield
Staring at the existent and non-existent cherry
That was plastered upon the cake to keep her merry!

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