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The Palanquin

Published : Saturday, 14 September, 2019 at 12:00 AM  Count : 1037
Ashraful Kabir

The Palanquin

The Palanquin

Nowadays my sleep vanishes very often
An empty palanquin comes very close to me
In the subconscious mind,
Just only wants to get away -
The shadowy-face arouses that old intoxication
Being angry, gets drunk right behind.

I try to find out the curiosity of the peeping face
Try to overcome the ambiguity
At length, I harmonize with the bearers -
Hun-huna-hun, hun-huna-hun, hun-huna-hun
The fascinated thoughts are multiplied
All the swelling dreams are stumbled.

I talk to dry dust;
Build a relationship with spear-grass
The emotions are all twisted
Branches of thoughts try to spread, but I
Understand their limitation of availability.

I go back to sleep, and
Get fascinated by the new curves,
Think about the depressed-feelings
To the creepy chance of interaction,
The bearers leave me, my dreamy life!

Eventually the obsession breaks down;
The palanquin gets lost in the far away village
And the waiting palanquin door closes slowly.

The poet is a banker

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