The girl understands my words. My texture,
Different though. Communication to grass,
An anecdote. The wind is sweet. The flowers
Are syllables, structured Japanese Haikus.
The agency of moves is Euclidean. The places
Are signals. No fixed premise to stay, rather,
The habitual transformations from lips to
Ears, glass to stone, canteen to library,
Lake to garden, art to craft; hovering.
Intricacy is cardamom; no adieu either.
Md Mujib Ullah is a Ph.D. candidate in Foreign Languages and Literatures at Shanghai Jiao Tong University. His publications include Capitalism Nature Socialism, Poem, Postcolonial Text, The Goose, and FreeXpresSion.
