Standing On The Sill Of Dead Window Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

No tranquility in the morning breeze
No serenity in the rising sun
No romanticism I find in the drizzling
No love of colors wraps my heart in the brightest moon

Now venomous snake is crawling on the living paths
Democracy is now hugging the hidden ghost rider of imperialism
Religion is killing the independence of thoughtful conscientious humanity
Poisonous evaporation of living breaths are ravishing all over the world

Oh! fragrance of flowers are now hailing the immature death of conscience
Butterflies are carrying the teeth of vespers
Graveyard are decorating everyday by the eyes of crocodile tears

Undone screaming in the mute languages of the political saintly deaf
Doors of the dead are carrying the elegy by the ink of silent poet

Pen ink of wise though is mighty holy but nothing can do
Cruel jaw of the political earth paints the lie in dead true

- December 27,2019 CTG BD