Now Dead Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

The mothers of blessings
now, are dead

No honey in the buds
No money in the pockets
No gracefulness in the flying-
glow-worms of full moon night
butterflies of May-days

The goddesses of blessings
now, are dead

The cacophony of city vehicles are alive
The quays of the port are busy with nibs
The lives of concrete are gorgeous at night
The slumdogs are dying in the hungry fight

The fathers of blessings
now, are dead

There have only complaints without solutions
Productivity forgets the equity, equality motions
Abundance of good advice find not good doer
Shoutings of alas; alas; alas are everywhere

The gods of blessings
now, are dead

The Department head said I have nothing to do for you
The Head of the corporate branch asked- here, are you new?
Chairman of the business firm suggested resigning from job
I'm the worker, nothing have to do, everywhere I'm chopped



© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
28.06.2021