The Kindergarten Poem by Majul Hassan

People say- That's the God house, who built
The apple-world from an anklet or simple Pea
He implanted the hills, desire for tender breasts
And thirst of the burning sun

So I had to go to the decent mosque
Throughout the decorated arch
Then I came back with few bisexual angels
And bloody divine messages

In fact, I came back worried with death
Like an Old, holding a burnt umbrella in hand

But I became Youth in a brothel…