Fairy Tales

Kamal Chowdhury

In the trees of the dead I’ve hung a white dove
You can call for Peace now!

Because I’ll tie on the body of fallen leaves a mystic om
Magic realism beckons this day.
Lonelier than this land are manuscripts of innocence.
Cleansed, they ascend on clouds riding on unfamiliar rugs

Their dreams of the dead hang on boughs where doves perch

My peace that dangles so, oh peace that I crave,
Fairy tales I write as I traverse tumultuous realms!

Translated by Fakrul Alam

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