Don’t care anymore, what my future would be,
Without spirit….there is nothing me.
Sleep don’t wrap me up no more, nor time do usher the heal,
I sink in my bed, just got days to kill.
Late at night, I hear them calling, calling my name,
All my sins’ say, “Sinner, it’s you to blame”.
In between these changes, and I know I ain't the same, My life ain't no picture, can't put it in a frame.
I lie awake till my dreams wake me up,
And at the desperation of the hour, all just go hic-cup.
Winds of change, can you fly me to a new height…..
Can you promise me the dawn, so that I can make it tonight?
Still, round and round, circle around,
But I know someday, I’m gonna be found,
Then build a home, where I belong, where I am bound.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.