Hallow! Speaking From Paris Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

Hallow! Speaking From Paris

-Hallow! Who is speaking?
-Hallow! Good afternoon, Jack from Paris speaking.
-Good afternoon, I am your rainbow. How are you?
-Yes! I am fine- fine with all loneliness of world.
How are you?
-Not so good, nothing seems fair, Window is gaping empty, dust colored cloud at sky. Mind goes with disturbance, I have composed a poem with you, Will you hear?
-No, I have no mood to hear that over telephone. Send that with letter.
-Hallow! Hallow I what did you say? Where are you? Sound of train is heard.
-On the other side of world in another Bangladesh. Not the Padma- Meghna- Jamuna or Buriganga River of Dhaka, I am on a little bench besides the la Marne. The train just left for Gare de l'Est of Paris. Like earth it moves to destiny and leaves some sound and mid way passengers.
-Perhaps you feel loneliness.
-Surely not. I am looking the speed boat floating on the la Marne
It’s a unique nature apparent. Green forest beside the both banks of river, sweet humming sound of birds, even just now a crow like that of Bangladesh flew away over the head cawing. Strange that, crow of Bangladesh and French calls in same manner. All right! If men become crow how will it look?
-Hey? What do you say? Why men will be crow?
-Oh yes! Why men will be crow? Hear, just a plane is flying away at head touch height. No sooner I saw plane by what means I become disinterested, go on looking at sky confusedly. Serge the Gavel mean place of unity and desertion in a shot distance.
So at every moment the planes are ringing bell of unity and desertion flying at head touch height. By the left side road cars are going and coming. A little park is behind me. Parents are playing with their children. The dogs with them are also lost themselves. Some old men are anxiously waiting throwing fish hook in river. Tiredness has thrown them to downcast. Some couple is walking by the lake side; some are busy in taking gift of kissing. The taste of out lowed fruit of Adam and Eve has made them lunatic.
-Oh! You are very well then.
-Yes! I am very well with this nature. Come and ask me that day when I shall be a mummy at cobweb, I shall reply, I am well, I am well.