(21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

Mad: 2

He walks on the water of an ocean;
his legs don't get wet.
He walks through the incessant rain;
his body doesn't get wet.

One day someone invited him at his home
and offered a room to sleep.
At midnight he started shouting-'Help! Help! '
because he was floating like water-hyacinth
on the water of the house.

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is something missing here....you did not say if he drowned......
Original, quirky poem, I really liked it!
thats nice poem. i like the lines but have a feeling thats its left incomplete. sorry dear. dont mind.