Seeing Him Returned Alive Poem by Rahman Henry

There was no smell of dusts in the winds

It was not the season of dusts
either
But he got back from nowhere

We are made to believe
Even though others like him could be allowed to live
They will never return
Save their dead bodies

We cried in groups out of great ecstasy
Seeing him returned alive
We continued crying
and laughing
and hugging and kissing
The whole new moon
through the seasons of the Rains

Through all the consecutive full moons
till the arrival of the Spring.

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Translated in English by Akhlaque Ahmed