City-bus is crawling one zone to another Someone is recalling somebody silently Entering into the dustless cool mall I may dare to tell all the senior ladies love May open the cellular phone.
Yellow champak smelling the teen-age Passerby may suffer from unknown blunder It's really an untold epic Somebody feels someone I may redesign my attributes May write some lines on the corpuscles.
City-bus is entering into the yesterdays Yellow neon-evening is moving from tomorrows I may fall down to the stoppage May kiss the air might touch your lips someday.
City-bus can't cross the globe Can't find your cyber destination!
Poem 05 Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007 Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh ISBN 984-8700-82-X