by Quaid - Uz - Zaman
Off the shore, a blue vast sea—
fleeting from all the greens,
shades and shadows,
glittering with broken images
and crystals
of salt in and around—
tears,
joys—
fluffy clouds in the sky and the wild wind blowing.
The old world is disappearing fast,
replaced by a crisp and salty one.
An art—
an undefined sailing.
From:
Bangladesh
Copyright ©:
Quaid- Uz- Zaman
Last updated August 30, 2025