Donkeys – a Poem

Donkeys – a Poem

By Mahbubul Karim (Sohel)

December 19, 2012

i.

Their friends are made of

Lego, one tiny block snuggled

With other block of clay

Manufactured in the land of disappeared dream

These can be twisted one way

Or the other, transforming into cuddled

Shape like embracing king

Their friends are king of

Shadow, blown creepy rock huddled

With other shock of ray

Often tinkered in the grandiose denatured stream

These can be busted one way

Or the other, transposing into muddled

Ape and brandishing bling

ii.

Bow your head, salute and walk

Like an apocalyptic zombie with blood

Smeared lips trembling unuttered words

Of crusted poem from the days of rising

Sun and beaming moon

Here the zombies with guns and

Knives with disheveled hair and foamy eyes

Twaddle in darkness of spinning light

Bow your head, salute and walk

Like a ballyhoo mystic lofty with mud

Cleared lips mumbling the censored shards

Of basted poem from the nights of beaming

Moon and hiding sun

Here the donkeys with yearns and

Hides with distressed ears and puckish eyes

Babble in lightness of grinning blight

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