Old Nails

OLD NAILS Quazi Johirul Islam I have been trying to remove old nails From my feet, from my palms, for many years Jordan full to the brim of my pure tears Pain spread all over with the great details. Bethlehem-sky broken down to Sinai Torment of Sinai melted the mountain Golgotha-sin washed away by the rain People climbed further up, up very high. My body is still nailed to the old cross Dripping blood, flows to every dark ocean Who knows the world standing on a question? Someone spreading fear with his shinny tawse. You nailed me to ground and ask me to walk Even I give a try, there is nighthawk? Holliswood, New York. 11 September 2019.