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