Permanent Dress Poem by Rahman Henry

Permanent Dress

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Days are gloomy
Nights are dim.

Eventually, sleeping is our permanent dress.

From noon's sleep, no one wakes up;
Both the banks sleeping endless—

Only the river runs, alone with its stream.

Thursday, October 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: bangladesh,life and death,lifestyle,metaphor,social behaviour
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 19 October 2017

A very balanced appraisal of the current socio-political atmosphere of the country which calls for answer of several unsolved questions. Thanks for sharing.

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Rahman Henry 19 October 2017

Thanks a lot, dear poet. regards.

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Natore, Bangladesh.
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