When I was asked .. To write a poem .. Titled "The End"..
No words .. No emotions.. No answers.. No expectations.. Might be having lots of emotions.. Tarnishing the whole of my hearty stains.. The vapours of no longer moisture.. No longer the vibes of pleasing textures.. Faded the visualisation.. I had in the white colours.. Nothingness was the answer .. I couldn't comprehend.. The lesson you learned.. I hope the final closures.. Hope for the words.. From the core of my glaciers.. My shape of lines.. Tryin' to sleepin' a while.. And I'll again touch the same road.. Again the same stone.. I encountered.. When in between the journey .. A sharp tool punctured.. Was the same wheel .. That was facing it's unending reel.. And "The End" was still undefined.....................and refined
তা বাকিই রয়ে গেল অসমাপ্ত রেখে চলে আসতে হল ধীরে ধীরে হয়তো সেগুলো সমাপ্তের ভার অন্য কারোর ওপর ছিল তাই শেষ বার পিছু ফিরেও তা সম্পূর্ণের ইচ্ছে পূরণে বাধা জন্ম নিল।