The Girl Of Stone Age Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

The labyrinthine past is always to me like inspiring God
And enchants me like a lascivious lady
In a state of profound thought.
I loved a naked girl of Stone Age
And I met with her riding on the horse of wild dark.
She was pitchy but beautiful and her hair was curl
Twin Mountains of her chest waited for naughty climber.
Her superficial eyes bewildered a swarm of agitated bees
And the waves of her cuddly hips defeated the waves of sea.
Many doodles of dreams were on the wall of cave
Where she dwelt with her parents and stone tools!
She was intoxicated by the smell of pig-blood
And she hunted pigs at the bank of a serpentine river.
The frictional fire of stones taught her how to make words of daily life
And the interpreter of stormy forest taught her how to survive.
When the masked evening came down riding on the wings of birds,
The love-sick scorpions peeped at from its infernal hole.
Throwing dust in her father's eyes she came to me
With a basket of kisses and aggressive love
But unfortunately I was like a billiard ball to the spy phantom
At one olive color night her father attempted to kill me.
The script of love what was written in the page of humid dark!
There was a main villain named ‘Father'
Ahem! I know why God smoked hemp inside the cave!