Saturday, July 02, 2016

Pray for Bangladesh, Pray for Humanity


Words have meaning
As do sentences
Weaved by cacophonous words
Our languages
Dialects like the colorful butterfly
Fluttering wings
Spread over the fragrant flowers
And vibrant leaves of summer

Our tears have roots
Like the tree of knowledge
Curved into the depth
Of abyss
Crisscrossing mushy mud, pebbles and stones
As if a meteorite striking
Past the twinkling star

Bones tremble
Like the rattling train engine
Our words and tears
Put a wrapper on our numb agonies
Witnessing the vibrant leaves,
Colorful flowers wither away
Even the sunny summer and sprinkling rain
Could not hold back their gloomy demise

One day
We will depart
This world of immeasurable grace
And allure that the singing birds
Praise in every dawn and dusk
All the stones will remain
As the mushy mud and the pebbles
In sandy beach will be washed
Again and again by ever salty ocean
Our simple hopes and aching love
Our cowering fear and muddy rage
All washed away
Riding the frothy waves
Of bygone humanity










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