Footprint

Hamid Rayhan                                          15 August 2015

 

Footprint

 

কবি ও কথাশিল্পী আন্দালীব রাশদী’কে





 Nymph-whisper raises me every day,

and flickers the copper that glows 
in tie-dyed rainbows with the sound 
of drought feeding, mossy bits on asphalt

where my spirit resembles the shy bow 
of a tiny pony melodic sorrows loosen 
my sore backs; but, find no balance
on the threshold of twilight meadow life

crowning my skull with a pigment haze 
where wind slices through the willows shouts

It’s here I swallow my speaks are like 
calligraphy curved in dark, and at times,
dusted thin, twirl my thumbs and soul

lifted off the ground; babies in womb 
are to die, hauls hued blackens around
sewn together like a half-moon wisps 
of smoke to the quiet tilt of humans
groaning on the other side of the road
darkening the sky with tears

Our voices that carpet silence, catching 
some of the blood drops of babies dying 
up on the distant mountain