Ripened blood still sleepless
On the staircase of memory
Flying with reliable winds
Mild embrace of the winds
Imprinting the uprooted roots
Sculptures now govern all
Breath of independence
Floating in the midfield of birth and death
Life in the sharp blade of crops
For many corpses, wounded bodies, flowing blood
For the lost chastity of women, abortions
Enthronement and dethronement the politics
Everything is an exaggeration,
Hyperbolic figures in the born free world
In the thorny frontier fences
Everyone is brother, sister, relative as human
Everywhere the fight for something else
Meaningless in the successful freedom
Today I cannot run after the wealth, names, fame.....
I cannot run after the patriotisms, sovereign motherlands.....
Fear of lost the humane love I cannot run as the biased spirits
15.08.2020 Chattogram
A powerful write...like the last three stanzas and your note very much....with so much admiration kudos
Abortions! ! ! Deaths! Muse of mankind on earth; In addition with coronavirus! More deaths recorded as well. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Amen Brother! I wish everywhere was like you describe. Bravo!
the lost chastity of women, abortions.......................................> > > > > > > > >
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful and meaningful poem. Makes one to think in the present dismal situation we are going through. Thanks for sharing.