In-Out The Lost Game. Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda

One day you jumped into my mind's pond
The water gets trembled-
The ringlets of the waves scattered to
All over the water
Like a mosquito in a closed room as jailed;

You swim for few times
The pond endured pleasantly the load and he weight
Of you that had no rhymes;

Suddenly you jumped out for the pond
The water shows it perseverance and stamina
Of reverse force though little ago there had a bond;

Calmly it ponder
More effective was which of the two
Decides the second though tough to render;

Any way the pond is now still
Out of the polluted mud of the bottom
Now it seems as tranquil as a high hill;

Frequently it gets afraid of the clamour
When some come for anything
To its shore or the harbor.