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