Turning Again Poem by Khondoker Shajahan Raj

What will be our words
When we'll meet again?
What will you take
To ornament your dream?
Rather we keep silence
Among us; and-
Compare ourselves with
The sluggish creature; or bird-
Why don't you spread your wing
And show your real face?
That finds a soundless joy
Beneath its doggy mask.
Why should you sit and wait-
Things fall apart; as it was never
Stood; I hear that hollow sound
Of my own breaking; as
Raindrops fall and are sucked
Instantly; reminds me of the birds
That witness that rain.
Can you tell where they go
On that soundless rainy Night?