[02] From The Footpath

Neither holding hands nor any kiss Neither making love nor any caress I want to put my mind on your mind. Passing days through the happy air Situation kicked out the purchasing power Utility and desire can't make a demand I want to see your face before death. Sleeping nights on the passionate pillow Memory fled away from the neuron cells Temp files are waiting under the olive tree Mini flowers jumping from the calyx I want to slaughter yesterdays before you. Humming present sitting on the evening grasses Walking time enjoying day-moon from the footpath. Poem 06 Book 'Firefly Can't Make a Day' February 2008 Copyright Writer Rhythm Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh ISBN 984-8319-63-8