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And then came the moon-cherry night Under the sun-lit sky… From the very ruins of the ancient lost, Commenced the renaissance of the surreal high. The cosmic consciousness And the revelation of the Blue Eyes, In tune with my courage, faith and desire I skin my soul from the mortal disguise. The path of sacrifice Leads to the steadfast glory, True to myself And the history will write my story. From “Stairway to heaven” To “Highway to hell” I rock-solid my heart, With sacred prayers from the wishing well. The language of the dark Sings along with the melody of the light, The warmth of the left Even-lasts with the power of the right. All alone in this hope-filled hour I bury my mourning cynical, Together through eternity, my master and I, Epic-sculpt our mythical. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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