The Book Written by Sadequzzaman Sadik

The Book

Written by Sadequzzaman Sadik 

Dewdrop On tip of my nose a dewdrop fell

 Its fragrance is of musk I smell; 

The table clock voices, 'arise soon' 

Start your journey before it's noon. 

 

 Packing necessary things a path I took On half of the way 

I remembered the 'Book'--- 

That's of love, companion of solitary place 

Man's praised highly, seen as an equal race. 

 

 Men, animals, plants--- all surround me Beehive is empty, 

I can't see a single bee; 

To bring it shouldn't I go back to my room 

Save it I'm swept away by 'Their' broom?