IT RAINS Oh, it rains on cats and dogs, No pedestrians on the street, Dirty water flows overflowing The gutter carrying Sticks, leaves, rags, slippers, Stalks of fruits, petals, butts and coals. A woman peeps through her window, Perhaps waiting for stop, Do you have umbrella, sir? Asks an old man, A little boy runs splashing the water Covering his bald head with a napkin, A cockroach walks on the tailors wall, A black ball of web from the ceiling swings, Nurshingha reads a tabloid Sitting on the barbers bench, A cow stands beneath that tree Rain slackens - Im smoking. Water drops inside my cell, A broken bucket have I kept Removing my trunk and suitcase - The files of my manuscripts are thereon. Breeze blows, gentle and pleasant Noise of a running train comes, They must have closed the windows: Its raining heavily, Let us play cards. A broken comb swims on the water I am standing here by the window With a paper and pen - Rains no more - Ill go to hotel for my lunch. - mandal bijoy beg ***
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 17:06:03 +0000
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