Air-hunter

-Ataur Rahman Milad

I can’t understand a lot, what you say bloody stain of betel-nuts on my whitish balcony colored chaos can be omitted by index tip the pinned-speeches are echoing on mountain top mystery of air is opened now all speeches are stored on humane dictionar I can’t understand a lot, what you say rotten shades on spider-net in gloomy dark mutest love on anguished way of thinking words made of ugliest dreams are awakened here scarcity of traditional sense of aristocracy all are alive with deadliest legs of birds with falling of the sound of any shape whistle….   -Translated by Laila Ferdous Itu