Snare

SNARE By Quazi Johirul Islam I am back to New York after four days She embraced me with her wide opened arms Offered love but I don’t find the old charms I’m back, in an unknown place no one stays. Someone must have raped my beloved town Scars are palpable on her subtle face I'm shocked who took away the green-glace She is pale and her esteem is so down. I have found upside down gold-finch-body Holding sky by her dried and tinny feet No one else but the death has offered greet Precious one became now cheap and shoddy. Chilly air whispers death now everywhere Evil vibe in the dark I feel the snare. New York, USA. 6 March 2019