Taifas Literary Magazine no. 5, November, 2020

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Taifas Literary Magazine no.5, November, 2020
Kamrul Islam
Heydayet Ullah Heydayet Khan
Bangladesh
Myanmar (Birmania)
My soul’s cry
“Let Her Pardon”
How could I read the autumnal clouds in your
absence?
My soul’s cry rebounds in the wild wind
at an unknown beach …
The white catkins cuddle the days over
yesterday
Sewing all the tomorrows in the crippled
wings,
You still a shade of the sky
driving the timorous
moon
The evening star that
reigns the riddles of
quietude.
Into the brook still, some
Ophelia lives in tears
The flaws of Hamlet to me
speaks the willow tree,
The conundrum of life
and death surfs my brain
How could I scan the white waves alone, my
dear?
The homeless clouds tired of travels count the
pains
The burial shakes the wind by flared up rains,
Though the passage is blind and dark, still you
sing
In night’s cave with flickering love ; I weep to
decode
The mystic words in the wafting tune of
another world…
She's not a crony for an amenity,
But a mother of kids to nurture,
The day is completely murky dark without her
magnificent presence,
The night absolutely nightmarish without the
peeping,
As you'll be an insomniac
for a whole life.
She's a sun for your day,
So also a moon for your
night,
She's a lamp for your
home,
Likewise a compass for
your journey,
She's a coach for your
game.
For becoming an eternal partner to your life,
For becoming a loving mother for your kids,
She's truly deserved to take the pardon,
Even the Angels do the wrong,
She isn't Angel of Allah, a kindhearted women.
Pardoning other is a divine word,
Sympathizing your wife is a virtuous deed,
Empathizing her feeling is a vital need,
So, let it be gone to face a better tomorrow
with her.
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