Taifas Literary Magazine no. 5, November, 2020

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Taifas Literary Magazine no.5, November, 2020
Bangladesh
Kamrul Islam
In every autumn you sprout in my heart with the blessings
Of old leaves falling and singing the silent prayers of morning dew.
Your secret hands implant in my blood the fragrance of the vibes
Of nature, covered with white clouds, catkins, creepers and the
Wild weeds ; my grayish pains ink of yours, more of your
Yellowish weeps in a mystic canvass having no center, the airy
Wings of doves fly in the moderate winds to meet a tree invisible.
Blissful Autumn
I hear you sing in the vast silence mixing the cosmic tune
From God’s treasures, the angelic glimpse of occult verses.
Your lyres I see in gentle air under the sorrowful damsel moon,
You’re the bard from the Homer’s lands, bring the plants
To heal to refresh the faith, the sores of hearts agonized,
Burnt, parched during the summer days.
Your face is a ever born simile of flowering woods entwined
With the sky, the view, the aroma and auras, the settlement
Of thoughts, the duende make me fly to the den of the Muse
Basking in the delicate sun to decode the oxymoron of new days.
A tale of love twists me, revolves round my soul’s cottage,
Every morning I tramp the maze to think of you
To be virgin earth, you with your bashful shades, in the shimmers
Of moon, grabbing the image of twilights in sporadic rains,
Come to the grass to enjoy the mellow music beside the paradigm shift.
Your alluvial face plays in the yards of bohemian plants, a live shadow
Of eternal love clips my hands to the heavenly lights in this tranquil
And blissful autumn, bringing the chord of sonorities, the message
Of reforms and rewards for the endangered humanity…
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