Damn On Me
I have
no tears in my eyes,
no sorrow in my sighting,
no faded mood in my face
I am not hungry
my body is not emaciated
I go to gym every day
I have no lack of clothing and foods
I enjoy the day and night wastefully
I enjoy the scorching summer and biting winter cold
I enjoy the autumn and spring copiously
I'm walking boastfully beside you
but this you have no food to just living,
no cloths in this biting cold,
no bed to sleep a while,
nothing has for you on this earth
this you have no way to enjoy the autumn and spring
this you, every you are going to die every day
without concerning of inhuman like me!
my ecstasy, my elegancy, my aristocracy,
my so called pious-religious sense
leads me to the upper staircase of skyscraper palace,
leads me to the well-protected religion temple fort
but in my (inhuman-conscienceless)eyes
you are the sinner of previous birth
or you are unlucky creation
or cursed of Creator on this earth!
oh! how wondrous this beastly me
I feel Shame
I feel Shame
DAMN on the inhuman me!
oh! my ravenous belly
eats, drinks shamelessly
and wastes beastly
Oh! how can I
still claim that
I'm human!
I'm civilized!
I'm religious!
where thousands of peoples
die on starvation,
die on hungry procession!
-February 05, 2020 Chattogram, BD
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
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