Thorn

They fastened my heart with the thorn Though it is not visible but Randomly giving me Pain My heart weeps with the pain of the thorn Each and every day and night The sharp knife which they have Thrown. You may think mine that I am crazy or stupid You can’t understand or imagine the wound It will not be cure Indeed. They are looting me each and every moment They don't leave me behind to give hard beating Till I take the last breathe at the last Moment. I find mine in the abyss of sadness Being a Bengali I can't use filthy words to them Half way of my life has gone Yet I could not learn abusive One.