A poet's thoughts are like a flowing river,
It has its own currents and under currents.
As long as the river flows, so does life all around.
Once it stops flowing, everything stagnates with it.
Sadly, I have stagnated now.
Dear Poets, be assured, I read all your poems.
Like before, your words leave an indelible impression
In my old but tender mind. I sigh, I cry, yet I cannot write.
Alas, my river has lost direction.
Strips of sandy land are rising up on my bed.
No one would ever know why I stopped flowing.
Why I hear the the singing birds, but cannot lend my voice!
Dhaka
15 June 2014
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Khairul Ahsan
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