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
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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