Ashraful Musaddeq - [01] Zero Point

Moon swims slowly
I whisper your name to the night
Grasses grow softly
on the sandy footpath.

My nest incubates dream
from your breast
Your exquisite fingers
intertwine into my short hair.

Open your cabbage-heart
Let me enter into the zero point
Open your blue-cell
Let me enter into the memory card.



Poem 40
Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007
Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen
Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8700-82-X

Ashraful Musaddeq

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