Leave the Futile Roots
A morning with golden ray comes here
The eyes open its sight to near and far
As if, all were till awaken on spot of loser!
The eyes cry more, cry in the lodging tear!
Not afar that’s insight
more than the near!
A terrible near in memory
But as loser!
Madness!
Not a fallen off thinking!
its precious Rising!
We, the common cannot understand
its subtle wink,
Inside knowledge blinks
immortal elixir to drink
Suffering through revolutionary mind
You live all behind
where destroyed all kind
illegally, on hand of blind
The coral to the reef slowly come
Destined creatures as death's dome
Leave futile inveterate possession
Let new procession flapping its wings
-November 23, 2018 Chattogram
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