He Was the One To Stop Me
Long time in the agricultural field , working under the rising sun ,
counting the amount of time , to lead a lax time with my wife and son ,
the time never came , but I passed a dozen of month ,
where my master stopped me , leering at me like a beast of hunt .
I heard the legato of my wife - flowing with the midnight winds ,
working continuously with no rest , logging all the work of my master - who is malign ,
he - such a maniac , who stopped me from having sufficient food ,
coming from the dark lands of Mombasa , never came to know their kind of manhood .
Oh my dearest wife and son , I wish you knew the worst state of mine ,
I cried and prayed to my almighty Lord , - "When would I get rid of this worst - twinge ! ,"
I cried and cried till it became dawn , where the soil cried too - for thirst on and on ,
my eyes began remembering of the majestic "Magpie" , crying for nights in the native land of mine .
I kept on thinking for you my love , but my sinew grew weedy and frail ,
never think for your frailty , for I have left you with nothing - but personality ,
the world is a stage which is too callous , no place for us , but only devilry ,
say no to your failure , keep inviting your success - for there is no time for me to exhale .
Now, there is no time for me to seek success , for my body is completely useless ,
I have no pain, no fear, no joy , for I have left the stage fearless ,
I defeated my fiendish owner ,who kept me far from my wife and son ,
that comes the end of my life , the setting period of my sun ... .
Copyright © Mohammed Rakibul Hossain | Year Posted 2014
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