Drishtantaist Poems

The Best Philosopher

by Shabuj Taposh

Beside the Karnaphuli,
Midst leafs of tree,
What am I looking for?

Who lives at the far shore?

At night, in my room,
When I see empty pot,
And I see undressed cot,
I become heart-sick more.

Who lives at the far shore?

Sometimes, in my sky,
I fly here and there.
Yea, this is my mother:
The best philosopher.

*Karnaphuli: a river in Chittagong.

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