Its High Time
I'm the sleeping child in the ribcage of civilization
Forgot that I need to wake up for absolute time
It's time, yes, it's high time to write poem
It's time to write a letter of poem on yellow envelop
It's time to write poem on the fallen leaves by new born dews
It's time to write poem to know you and to make know you that-
I'm a poet of catastrophic world!
It's time to write poem on the broken wall of the world fate-
Where everyone warns each other about the manhole
But after fall in the manhole none comes to rescue;
Where everyone warns each other about covid-19
But after contaminated by it everyone leaves alone;
Where all leaders confer and conscious about global warming
But after completion of the conference forget all manifestations
It's time to write poem on the tombstone of the departed hope-
Where the expected great life is written in humanitarian white paper
But human life akin to puppet, for the atomic power exhibition by war;
Where everyone is called for the prodigious unity on hidden graveyard
But unity becomes the bargaining products in the market of superpower;
Where every child takes birth to touch the ultra-developed science
But at the end inhumanity makes them the modern child of violence
Oh it's time to write poem to know me and to know all that-
I'm a poet of catastrophic world!
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
26/10/2022
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