Title: With My Touch
Author: Mohammad Mohi Uddin
IFCH Ambassador in Bangladesh
With my touch, the flowers were fallen on that day,
The branches were looking on like the eremite.
This is the place where was fertile soil, green- grassy crops were born,
Whose fragrance came out in gentleness from the speck of the land.
This ground illustrated abundant smile on the jaws of aweary ploughers.
Now that fruitful earth formed into glaring vulcan with my footprint.
With my contact, the nearest river was died,
On that day, the flying birds were stricken by the ray of my glance.
The aqua formed into quiescent while I had a bathe,
The bloomy water Lily veiled with modesty.
The crystalline particles of water were become dim with my attendance,
The murmuring of woodland were paused,
The collab of birds formed into silence,
as if the world's psyche had slept in peace,
With my one glance, evergreen Athena lost her virginity.
The whole beauty became flabby with my touch.
Other afternoon, musical meeting was on full mood
Sudden presence of mine-
Tore off the monochord of Artist Lalon.
That's happened - Only for my emergence!