Life matters!

Life matters! There are so many strange salutations in Bangla, did you ever notice, there? Thou, Thee and they, there! So many strangers are in affluence in an estranged mannerism, in near and far! Why must this be so? Only this? You may go on with an eloquence, with your reverie, pleasant. The distant voice, unseen through the windowpane, aloof, a chirping bird, in harmony, attuned. What will be the name of the solitary bird, soaring high? And the lonely cloud, still indecisive, left alone, out there! Way beyond the scope of your whims, willy or con! There was never a moment to declare that there was a wish! A tragic hero will rise, She! Toward the Alaka, as the yearning of heartache foretold! Or there was a way to Parthenon to Athena! Did they tell? They...helpful? No. Not there. Not quite so. Suppose you have supplied a breath test sample, for a hospice care. To surmise the test result in the PM time And the entire morn took you away, in so many colors of vibrance! About the breath and the ranges, they all are within! All are they! Do you have repentance? Sadness? The grandiose of all! And to speak the truth is the most tragic levelling down, often so! To understand the stranger in a graveyard, beside your near and dear ones, also neutral, also there! And there is no reverie! None! God witnessed the suffering of the soul! The omnipotent one! He is the needless one! We all are meager there. Contemporary leadership. Contemporary mentorship imparted, none are eternal, happening throughout the station of Time! The aftermath of the feast of yesterday is a mere gossip of today, ridiculed, proclaimed. Yet, they do return! The birds of the eighth! And they plead! Allow us a holiday! My vulnerable pharynx and larynx! Gone are they! I questioned, "How so?" And all I understood that the Hindu translator. Of the Holy Quran has applied for a subpoena. to understand salutation in detail, with a counseling embassy And the Clairvoyance and the Pulpit, are mourners! Here in a silent majesty!