Grief

Grief
Mohammad  Zafar Sadeqk

Grief is our sunshine dead face,
 The body of the river wet in pieces
Mountains broken into pieces,
In the blue-blue prisoner of the prison of the tub,
 At the heart of the human senses,

Hamilton's flute is poisoned with the opposite rage
Trap page song,
Unrhythmic  Tan falls in Tanpura,
Born in the dark night, temporary death in the dark night,

Clouds of sadness dripping in the moonlight
People are captive on the balcony, postman with his sad letter in his pocket, jumping over the post office,

The bitterness on a friend's face is very unfamiliar; It seems familiar but still unfamiliar
The slander of the slum dwellers,
The enemy is going to be the best friend; There is no way Golam Hossain.

Looking at the sleeping pill line after dusk, it seems sadness is all around,
Grief lies beside people,
On the palms of the hands, on the nails of the feet, on the claws
Organ, Bengal, all
In the river of air around us all, in the air of the river.

Sadness lies in the waters of a calm lake, not an imaginary crocodile; As real as objects, as real.