Slaves to the dark
And the magic of the cynical spell,
The skywing of night
Beholds the wishing well.
The path of ancient destiny
Paves the way to the future gate,
The before-fall of here-after
Sparkle-lights the lyrical fate.
From the afterglow of the shed-past
To the raging feel of the holy lust,
The moon-struck nightmares
Surreal the sun-soaked dream dust.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.