In This World

In this world beside me I was I left my soil, left my sand, my fire, my water, air, breeze, wind I left my cuckoo songs I left my beloved love I left my mother’s care I left my father’s administration I left my forefather’s graveyard I left my fellow mate I left my native poets and poetesses I brought me here on another land Here was not my brother, sister, mother, father, my relatives There was not beloved, was not the tone of my native flute Here I did not find my native songs Not find my native language, not find my native poems Not find the taste and flavor of my native cuisine But here I find soil, sand, air, breeze, fire Here I find the same sun, same moon, same stars Here I find the same day and the same night Here I find the same human being made in blood and flesh same expression, same feelings Cannot I make them my brother, sister, lover, beloved? Why so much killing in the name of patriotism? Why so much hate in the name of religion? Why so much inhumanity in the name of civilization? Why so much barbarism in the name superpower mission? -March 27, 2019, 2019 Chattogram