Fear of Lost
Ripened blood still sleepless
On the staircase of memory
Flying with reliable winds
Mild embrace of the winds
Imprinting the uprooted roots
Sculptures now govern all
Breath of independence
Floating in the midfield of birth and death
Life in the sharp blade of crops
For many corpses, wounded bodies, flowing blood
For the lost chastity of women, abortions
Enthronement and dethronement the politics
Everything is an exaggeration,
Hyperbolic figures in the born free world
In the thorny frontier fences
Everyone is brother, sister, relative as human
Everywhere the fight for something else
Meaningless in the successful freedom
Today I cannot run after the wealth, names, fame.....
I cannot run after the patriotism, sovereign motherlands.....
Fear of lost the humane love I cannot run as the biased spirits
15.08.2020 Chattogram
Note:
Almost all countries of the world are independent
But still, humanity is in the inhumane subservient
-wHY?
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