Poems by- Akash Mamon
The art of knitting
Like a sedulous mind of a weaver
I knit the shari of love on your elegance
I became an artist by dint of the enormity of canvas
Where there is no boundary by pulling an edge
The marvelous shari gets filled with artistic sound in prudent loom
Humorous hand draws the colorful rangoli on the canvas of shari
As much as hue makes a piece of cloth into shari I keep that much on your body, rest of the hue suck on my lip
Childish Sufia renounces your shyness, becomes a leady
Get experienced with the art of knitting
In your experienced hand like your favorite sweater
Knit my harlot body with adroit love
A rose was blooming with her open boobs Last night landlord kills that rose And beseems the dead body in his wife’s hair A girl was walking by shaking her pigtail Like a flying butterfly with fluttering wings The sibling rose is now wishing to commit suicide Because after the death he will get the wings of bird He will be adorning in the hair of the walking girl.
A blue butterfly enters in the alley from the avenue Her innocent glamorous face reflects on the billboard The glamor of billboard stays awaken around the city I see obliquely on the billboard with my fluttering chest.