The God Of Fallen Leaves Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

The God of fallen leaves! Causeless fire is in your eyes!
Will not the puppet of river and star get spring of love?
The dumb stone is knelt down life-time to the sound
It will wake up by the noise of dew if you have pity on.
Don't make flood of salt water over the degree of longitude
Let the poor azure sing the children's song in heavenly voice.
Why will you draw paintings by cruel claws on canvas of grief?
Let spread the smell of garlic and margosa into each life-cell.