The Daughter Of River Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

The river of very big eyes of grown up girl
Always awakes in the lap of the lulling aunt
Though the moral duty of the lulling aunt is to lull!
In foggy night the raft of illusory realism floats on its chest
At dead night it sees hide-and-seek among nebula and stars.
No river knows about its biography but this River knew
And knew too someone calls from the opposite shore of the ocean.
She was absorbed in a state of drowsiness of black owl
The decko was called three times by her name!
She had kissed her sleeping daughter before left the house
And like a sleep-walker she went to the river.
She was caught by the trap of river and never come back
From then the daughter of Paranoid River weeps loudly.