Messages Turned Deleted On Pre Touching Poem by najmus saadat

Suppose to be stopped all the pens. The keyboard on sounding in the rhythm of digital.

Time so having changed on the sharp format. The bonsai-statue is grown from the seed. The seeds of the crops at the appearance of the fossil. The abstract animals are gotten birth about clone-fiction. But the lost concern people create Robot use for condom. The nuclear-fiction under the wave of the residence green-glob. The shelter pavilion is built up to any other separated world that keeps uncertainty.

Deaf time which is dived. Morning laps painfully. Noon on being tired. Afternoon is fatigued. Night totally keeps silent. The injured heart by mechanically tortured at the door of dead conscience. To several souls on hand striking under detention for nothing as the entire Galaxy.

The messenger on arrival from the unknown-zone of the traceless `Milky-way' at dreamful corridor. A bit alliteration, lyric passes one handful, and also with half-liter genuine picture-plan. The civilization is ill. On twice-emergency basis calling into running is created own hand in that `black-hole' of Ism.

‘Have the pen. Let be written the recipe ‘. Angle says on his very loud voice. Helpless inhabitant are searching absconding pen. A ringing previous, Neuron plays hanged. On laying the road side the life missing hardware as being silent. Alas! Earlier writing the message to the sky has shifted brighter software.


[Root: Bengali poem `Messagegulu Delete Hoy sporsher Agai']
Translated by: Gius Udding Azad