Best Poem of Ujjol Kamal

Mother
People pass away like the dry leaves of an old oak tree…
Irregular, dry, yellow, golden
Vertical, perpendicular, across
Caught in the still air of wintry mist

The connection between a mother and her child is irreplaceable, angelic…
Like the waves to Oceans
Like the fragrance to flowers
Like the soo . . .
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Silvern Sun
Summer sun
Silvern fern
Fun is funnicles
Funnicles are fun

I love you
Because I love you
All of you
All of your rain, and sunshine
I like the iris in your eye
I like the flowers, butteries in your garden

Silvern sun
Summer fun
Beechen beech
Empty Urn

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