Fugitive Truth

Fugitive Truth -Asad Chowdhury Reciter - Shimul Mustapha Fugitive truth, where did they all go? In bottled milk, rice bowls! Nowhere to know! In the restaurants, hotels, salons In a library and inside antique smells Television or cinema, radio In a boat ride or snake charming carrier truth, nowhere to know! Where molasses Jars, and poison boxes With candy pots and those grocery bags stay Cigarette cases , betel cans In zarda boxes and in the laxmi, carved, In motif of culinary, underneath the furniture Looked for them, and all of them, only to fail, to ponder ! A journalist and the wooden desk In papers and books and the scriptures and pens Injections and the eczema gels In vanity purses, pockets and attires In drawers, banks and iron safe, a rare Truth and the glorified truth, nay, nowhere! In poems , in songs In feminine those gestures to kindle house warm fanatic those mayhem to dense Dramatic those dialogues, abreast To rule, to speak In the dark, or to lit In lines or in lines of pens In answers to those questionnaires In gowns ,performed or in those syllabus, understood In permits or in those bonus boons blessed In depression or in optimism, they In love and care and from these depth of lover affair, says Not even in black markets, no Truth, where did they all go?