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Jannatun Zaman Poem
Long for tranquility, long for silence
Nothing comes to mind, that’s a taradiddle
Fireflies here and gone, here and gone
The pieces are all here and an instruction manual
Smudged and vibrant in prints of a maniac creature
Bored and struggling, trying to find a name
Existence and familiar glamour will not do
Mercy, there is no pity; it must find a name
Something close to foreign–unheard of in this bland ,exquisite land
Every breath and every step–exaggeration doll
Come back down for awhile
The lonely, lost creature thought that was all it needed.
The catch, there is always one in this land
Spent its life and currencies for that name
The catch, I don’t know
Its frowning countenance could, perhaps tell
An eternal, magnificent, and admirable– title, label, status, fame.
Copyright © Jannatun Zaman | Year Posted 2015
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Jannatun Zaman Poem
I've got no authority to love
There’s the uproar
Who’s going to side with a poor man
many obviously,
No money, no power
my words don’t matter
Who’s going to make this stranger’s
dream reality
Talk to my mother, whose smile I live for
Talk to my father, whose words I live by
Your Majesty and I
Right now we are two different species
But it’s alright I've faced much
A few thousand jabs won’t kill me yet
Copyright © Jannatun Zaman | Year Posted 2015
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