Here in this solitude of silence
The darkened path is chasing the great distance,
When the fortune of luck is foretold by chance
All is left for now is this instance.
Here comes the curious mist of confusion…
And the static of converse,
Spark-starts the spell of the illusion.
The farewell of white
Thus, commences the darkest of fusion,
So rigid in this material hour
Def to the calls of the revolution.
Lost and restless, down n’ out and breathless
In comes the raid of the melancholy,
Fashionably symbolic, the battle of the tragic
Feel the blink of the razor unholy.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.