Ptarmigan

— Mobaidul Sagor

Like a dewdrop, I fell on your green grass,
And the sun in your sky wiped out my existence.
The moonlight saga spoke of how people become tears.
Even the haunted night is not enough to contain their fears.
Whenever I run toward you,
You disappear like a ptarmigan in a blizzard.
Then I become a dewdrop again—
But I don't fall in your yard.