Manifesto of the Pied Myna

Maybe after a quiet evening
The apprehension of the coming storm -
                             sways like a pendulum;
A bit back and forth, always
Annihilation of preconceptions occurs,
Being meditative, some complex equations
                                                 keep fogging up.
The sticky-heat of Bhadra began to shake
Losing its vigour, the Pied Mynas face
                            is stained with blue litmus.
A plaint is lifted to the air in undivided time,
Let the primordial storm be blown that still rages,
The world is still waiting to cool down -
All tropical forests.

Ashraful Kabir is a poet, essayist and literary critic