I walk sluggishly
along the route.
Allow the breeze speaks
melodiously as the midnight
passing by. Let the
moon shows its best
even the gloomiest night
can't suffer it.
This evening,
I'm going to kill a poet.
This is not a confrontation of wisdom.
This is not a melancholy poem.
It is just a conspiracy
to murder a poet with verses.
Fatahul Nizam
6th of V 2012
Uncle's House.
