We are
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Like the banks of the river
We are always alert
When it rains,
We get drowned along with Kashban.
Our afternoons are spend playing
in the creek with the fish.
Birds are keeping their sight in our eye flew away.
We do not find them anymore.
Big fishes are with their big eyes
They dive after seeing us
They don’t return.
Chattering poets are also alert
like us
Writes poetry in the night document
They lose in the land of sleep.
We see the moon the whole night.
We tell the story of the rising sun
But we do not keep any news of the sun.
About the Creator
Real Abdulla al mamun
StartI am Real abdulla al mamun from Bangladesh. I am an editor of literature magazine RUPANTOR MYMENSING. I can write prose poetry story and more. I am also a translator. Writing is my hobby and my second life.
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But we do not keep any news of the sun. I loved that line very much. Wonderful poem!
very true. most poets I know think the night is more romantic to write about.