Dismissed

The unshaped foggy veil on the eyes to the sun today The morning as if a left corpse covered in white The raindrops could not wet my river, rather it Flying today to the unknown like the wind Today the autumnal wind is not blowing on my verandah It flowing down like the tears on the chin of the heart Moments are not in the decaying, rather stopped in my heart And standing like the steel, like the second hand of a watch I live in the forest of loss at the time of this Covid-19 Dismissed from a job I am confined in a suffocating cage 12.11.2020 Chattogram