INJECTED
Josimuddin Mondal
why doesn’t she wear me
when I have drowned myself!
shall I not love
when your voice
fill that prelim noise
in my imaginery heaven!
shall I not cry If those two-eye
my lost antique
searched for a thousand year,
now found!
have I searched U in the sky
I would know U as the star.
and the moon in that chilly night
would call me a-
his history, a sysyphean tale
he, the boulder, the hands
the land, the curse,
the wrath.
INJECTED
he comes
and
he comes
and
he, lost
he, INJECTED
đ Illustration : CollectedÂ
