Two poems of Ferdows Jannatul

Me

I, is the name of a calm river

Spending all the twelve months around, by the glittering riverside

I, the clear sky of the Monsoon

Spending eve and morns in the curves of clouds

Who am I

Knows the white breasts of scandals 

That I drink them in setting sun.

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The muddy path

Open the rope from the ladder

Alpin and wooden barak

Let the firefaced bird breath out from the rustic lungs.

The touches towards sleep

Undeeneath the butter earth

Poor moon, a great search

Let the stored pack torn and go toward sky.