Chaitanya Nazmul
Storm starts in its own nature,
Let it be started;
If something begins, what’s wrong!
Lying on the meek galaxy of night
We find the flavor and could hear
The mild sound of her walking….
Being awake, we see the grief of the night, scream;
The strange, mortified roaring of water…!
Though a tireless hostility between you and me
With inexhaustible wakefulness
Embitters our amorous fragrance.
[Namzul is a poet and musician based in Toronto, Canada.]