Magpie Tear Poem by Md. Sorwar Jahan

(1)
If I frame like a butterfly
Sit on the placid face of her and try to hide the glory of the eyes
Every bit of my wings on gliding, touches the smile, sniffs the smile
In dark, in dawn or in dusk, playful manner, will she say;
The meaning of the life, running and crying in a blooming petals house.


(2)
If I, the color on a fragile form of soil, running but every form of me is disappearing
The shape of me just doesn't talk in close shape, in close posture they don't sit
Falling like sand, decaying like wind in canyon.
What was the spirit? Which loves me so much
So closely shape the I
Infinite to finite
I just fall, like the feelings close to singularity, so hard to keep the coherent flow of me
Clouds just sit on the couch, colors just sleep over the clouds, love just rains from the eyes
What should the person say? Riding a ride in a romantic evening, hiding the tear of the magpie.

(3)

Name the thee
the ultimate
for a life, submission
of the self

shape in winter, emerging
in yellow light, you and you
was the song, could be the song