নাক পচা/মোহাম্মদ আল্লারাখা

 

THE BRIDGE

AZIZUL HAKIM 

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Here is a river
There is a broken bridge hanging on the river
Expanding hands to each other .
On the two banks of the river
The two countries have assembled
For a condolence
At the edge of the bridge feet.

Will non repair the broken bridge ?

She and I stand on the broken bridge
Look at each other
Speak and listen
Tears roll down from our cheeks
And we mourn for the bygone love
Yet can`t call nigh .

One day the bridge was here and ran for there
Then I whispered to her,
“I shall leave you never .
How can a bee live without a flower ?”

Suddenly a gusty wind came in
And the bridge was torn, shattered
Our country was made asunder .

Now we are so nigh
Yet she is afar -
A million light years away !
Looking at each other
We feel, we need a bridge again
A bridge at least !