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...diary of a mermaid

It was a full moon today…
with the brilliant and seductive moon,
The shining moonlit night became surreal one
The moon seemed to have come to meet
With a mermaid…

And a stupid boy also came,
In this enchanting night…
And waited beside the shore to meet her…
The mermaid…

He waited……waited
When his friends came to take him home
He refused to leave-such a moon…

But he waited for his mermaid…
It was such a beautiful night though.

Deep at night when;
The moon went behind the dark clouds,
He fell asleep on the sandy sea shore…
(Bechara ovimane klanto hoe ghumie poresilo... )

When at last,
The coy mermaid came and;
Find the boy; he was sleeping
Bending his hand under his head
…like a little kid

She wiped the dirt on his forehead and
Combed his disheveled hairs with
Her rosy beautiful fingers …









By that time, the orange omelet sun
Started to rise…
The mermaid left the boy giving a…
On his cheeks and dipped into the sea again...

The boy awake when sun stroked his eyes…
...he found a nice and known fragrance,
Around him and
…forgot his all oviman

Comments

Bony Yousuf said…
hey nice poem... i liked it. who wrote it? great job. i visited ur webpage from rezwanul.blogspot
take care.

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June 6, 2009 at 10:05 PM
anonym said…
hey!! how do u do?
keep on writing.. it is very beautiful
salam
June 27, 2009 at 7:12 PM
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