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Lockdown- 15th Day

Little mud with thatched hut Many were in this hut from my forefathers All are passed away I saw there was an old banyan tree on the corner of home yard A tamarind tree was there on the east side of pond Was there afraid of ghost at moonless night Was there dome of straws on the entrance side of the yard Cocks, hens, ducks, cows, goats full of domestic animals were Were there paddy granary, fishes in pond Were there Syed Masjid and Kali Temple in my village Abbas Maulabi and Dev Prasad Brahmin taught religion there But now no hut there is without concrete building; Picture of Socrates, Plato, Aristotle Picture of Einstein, Hawking, Sri Tagore, Whitman Tomb picture of Ghazali, Shams Tabrizi, Rumi, Lalon Shaiji Saintly picture of Mother Teresa telling me consciously- 'No one is permanent o dear child! ' Now, I find all these are in this painting scenery of artist and in the true poetic expressions As memory rider an artist and poet can awake the gone past Ephemeral all are on this earth inn Though slight glittering happiness in the artist canvas and poetic imagery words; After a while these all will be disappeared I, s/he and you are not eternal Eternity is not the property of the creations Happiness and sorrow, life and death, time and tide... Healthy and wealthy, sickness and poverty.... Disasters and epidemic either natural or artificial Frolicsome and lock down city nothing is permanent Universal truth that- Eternity is not applicable to my thinking where time is always changeable link and unseen separation being This dark night will go far after some hours The sun must shine the world offering nature 09.04.2020 (Chattogram City)

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