Standing On the Sill of Dead Window

No tranquility in the morning breeze No serenity in the rising sun No romanticism I find in the drizzling No love of colors wraps my heart in the brightest moon Now venomous snake is crawling on the living paths Democracy is now hugging the hidden ghost rider of imperialism Religion is killing the independence of thoughtful conscientious humanity Poisonous evaporation of living breaths are ravishing all over the world Oh! fragrance of flowers are now hailing the immature death of conscience Butterflies are carrying the teeth of vespers Graveyard are decorating everyday by the eyes of crocodile tears Undone screaming in the mute languages of the political saintly deaf Doors of the dead are carrying the elegy by the ink of silent poet Pen ink of wise though is mighty holy but nothing can do Cruel jaw of the political earth paints the lie in dead true - December 27,2019 CTG BD