Sunday, January 10, 2010

Three Poems

(click above for the poems)

Badminton is very popular in this country - it can only be played in winter because at other times it is too windy. So, it's a winter sport. Winter is a metaphor for life's end, but here it becomes the opposite: a metaphor of vitality, strength and youth. sunset at khagrachari was written in the south-eastern is a place of breathtaking beauty, and the details were there right before my eyes: however, the day was ending and the rising smoke seemed to embody the death of the day...Time was clearly motivated by love ... and the end of love in death. But the focus is not on death, but on the present.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very nice poems. Poetry affords us a glimpse into the writer's soul. Thank you for sharing and please share more. It is a pleasure to see the human side when so much inhumanity abounds. Thank you.