“No one speaks of him”

                    Rudro M al-Amin
Do not tell me his words,

Where is he, ,,,,?

He or she, in the crease,

The Himalayas have gone away,

No one is back and no ..

A storm cloud,

A nightshine night,

In the water of tears,

The rhythm is falling on its way

You’ll get back what you want ..

Fields filled with Asin’s canals,

A cougar skip,

Dakarakara Ka Kaka ka Dhoni

A wild smile ,,,,

Sit alone sitting alone in the way

Why do not you tell him?

 24September 2016