The Plates of Lotus Leaves
by Shahinur Islam
A couple of plates of lotus leaves are gazing
as if they were sparks of sunlight full of fire
and the white cloud lies in wait all alone
fixing its bright look on the plates
floating alone in a pond at noon
and stretching their body on deep blue water
by borrowing the cunningness of bright sunlight
some fading light at one side hides the rest of the lotus plates
then whose infatuation with delicacies calls for such an invitation?
The clouds seem to be different assassins nowadays
or play too much the game of hide and seek
or else for whom this decking shines
why is he still away, beyond the scene?