(by Fokhruz Zaman on Monday, October 3, 2011 at 12:37am · from my FB Notes...)
Seagulls were hovering over the Bay of Bengal,
From North, Call for their long-haul is in the Offing!
I wish I were flying free, I were a Seagull,
Going from place to places, showing no desire to lull!
Monsoon ceases with Durga's Home-Coming,
Ah, What a Marvel She Spells !
Gods must be crazy when they reckon,
How a Devi overpowered them All, still glows her Beacon!
Autumn's lovely touch stretches through the benign nights,
The Beautiful Port-City stands out with its Sea and spread-out Hills!
Large green trees beckon with hundred years of solitude,
Time's touches, thunders, and treasures are all hidden in their woods!
Small Hills showing their bellies here and there,
Inviting mischievously igniting the carnal desire!
Yet an unassuming frail poet fails to sleep,
His longings so high, his desires so deep!
In this tormenting time, the boundary between right and wrong is looking so thin,
I am only growing Gray, but the Seagulls are growing Green!
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