The stillness of silence
Mimics the depths of the tragic despair,
With the numbing parade of the restless hours
And often it seems all is beyond repair.
Beneath the pale shadow of the mourning lust
Lies the legacy of the justly unfair,
And when the sheer fear of the abandoned disappear
Reign supreme the magic symbolic of the dare sincere.
Paints it well, the divine of the wishing well
But spirals the slip of the higher innocence,
By cynic desire, and when in the line of hysterical fire
Against self, what architects the great wall of defense?
The rhythmic guilt via senile paranoia
And deafening is the fury of the forgone resonance,
The darkening call of the rising fall
Only summons the art-cryptic of the apocalyptic essence.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.