Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear gas, pellet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs; the world falls apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices go unheard
Wishes fade and blur
Every heart has become a graveyard
Sweet melodies step down
As Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed away
By the deluge of tears
The soul of Humanity becomes a prey
To the endless wild forest of wars
While atrocities have robbed
Jaws of their smiles...
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yes, perhaps for you,
For you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Oceans of blood,
barren trees, burnt houses,
Tear-filled eyes, and shattered bodies.
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place!
Yet, our only home,
Our only hope....
Tonight, when the sun retires
And you're left alone with thought
I want you to ponder
Why does God, who made man in His image
Choose to remain a shadow
While man
The one He crowned with glory,
Decides who eats, who drinks, who dies?
Sometimes I wonder
Is God afraid of what He made?
Has man found a way
To hold Him hostage with his cruelty?
Maybe God is just another name
For power that watches and waits
Maybe He, too
Takes comfort in silence
Even in war
Even in pain.
Wounded alone in the war-crowded city humanity to death
© Mahtab Bangalee
18 October, 2023
Chattogram
Eon's endless enjoyment
Eventually excite Emmanuel's ego
Energizing efficient ears endangered
I am so chagrinned
Why don't I ever recall?
The morning after the night
Before
.. Always
The rising
After the fall?
My chignon comes loose
Ebony, sun streaked vista
In slumberous eyes...
Arms akimbo, yawn of
Relief and delight
Lashes dilate
Crepiscular pain
Washed away by morning dew
Time and again this is the way
Pain and sufferings dissolve
When sunlight hits my world
Warms the blood inside my veins.
It is fantastic optics
Tripping on fantasy divine
Thr threshold of limitations
Surpassed
Into endless possibilities
Of another day divine
I step, i stumble I trip
And tumble
Over the line.
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your eyes
I will show you the sufferings
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your ears
I will tell you the reason
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your mouth
I will argue with you the ultimate solution
But man never cares
He is a born miser
Not to lend anything
Except for his own sake
And benefits
Besides love and happiness
The world is full of sufferings
Political crisis, economic crisis, epidemics and poverty
Slanders, violations, crimes and trafficking
Politicking, hegemony, disputes and wars
A never ending story of sufferings
Hardly any solutions
But becomes great inspiration for
Story tellers
Art pieces
Poems writers
And
An old grandmother's story for the next generation
Of course an unerasable scandal
Like a silent graveyard
Past that boulevard
Lies a silent graveyard,
Where this skin retard
And miseries within ungird.
I am now silent as that graveyard,
Pieces of mine,here,I safeguard
In this silence so subtle and hard,
Pain and sufferings have got unbarred.
Multiple emotions I learned ,
Some are still unheard,
In this silence all evaded
Like a caged bird set freed.
I’m here like a bygone body ,
In this graveyard ,so holy,
Abducted by the earned felicity
Not even this flesh remained lastly.
(Inspired by Isaiah 53)
It pleased the Lord to bruise Jesus
On Him was laid the sin of us
Stricken, smitten, Man of Sorrows
To make secure our tomorrows
Led like a lamb to the slaughter
To make us His sons and daughters
All we like sheep have gone astray
Turned every one to his own way
We hid our faces from Him then
Rejected and despised of men
He has no form nor comeliness
With no beauty nor loveliness
Was wounded for our transgressions
Kept mum through all His oppressions
He poured out His soul unto death
Was afflicted till His last breath
Was bruised for our iniquities
So that we'd get tranquility
It is finished, it is finished
Salvation work is accomplished.
10.26.2020
Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales
And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains
Here somewhere, kids are blinded; men are jailed
Women are molested; the old are tortured
Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky
The wild jungles of wars scrambled Humanity
Sighs took over the the throne of sweetest Melody
Deluges of tears washed off the rainbows of joy
Atrocities eager for innocent lives to get destroy
Yet you say the world is beautiful.. ?
That it is benign and bountiful...?
May be yes, for you… as you are at peace!
Come out of your little Palace...
And you will find...
Sky painting itself red...!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….
People live their lives in fear everywhere
Along Syria, Yemen, Palestine and Kashmir
Earth is ugly, jinxed and savage
For humanity sobs, as her soul is damaged
26-7-20 (Paghunda)
(This was my first poem on soup, reposted it with some changes)
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear Gases, pallet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs, world is falling apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices are unheard
Wishes are being blurred
Every heart has become graveyard
Sweet melodies step down as Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed off by the deluge of tears
Soul of humanity becomes a pray of endless wild Forest of Wars
While atrocities have robbed Jaws of their smiles..
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yeah, for you, as you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood oceans, barren trees, burnt houses,
Teared eyes, and shattered bodies
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place
(10-02-2020)
Paghunda Zahid
Hark our heartsick happenings
Its hard to explain and harsh to hear
Its my ought to spiel it as a gal
A doubt arises all the time...
Why these woman want to become astronaut?
Is it for explore the sky? Or
Is it for test what is night?
Oh! Night is not safe all the time...
A doubt arises all the time...
Why these woman want to become leaders?
Is it for lead the country? Or
Is it for restore their rights?
Oh! rights are denied all the time...
A doubt arises all the time...
Why these woman want to become writers?
Is it for expose their talent? Or
Is it for express their hardship?
Oh! Women are suffering all the time...
A doubt arises all the time...
What is the theme of life for woman?
Is it falling? Or
Is it rebounding?
Yes, falling and rebounding all the time...
SUFFERINGS
stabbed at the dumpling…
cut the head off the chicken
...kitchen staff impaled*
Harker’s tipsiness...
ruddy wine blushes on neck
...teeth marks like fork tines
imagined in dark
mind of Dracula...scheming
closed lips...tongue beating
5/2/2018
*to fix in an inescapable or helpless position
A hundred miles of darkness
Is all I could sense
For someone left me a mess
Taking out my lense
Nothingness I could feel
Nothing that could heal
My eyes were dark
I started fearing the fall
Leaving a permanent mark
I found myself in a dark hall
Strength in me was fading away
While so much of it I yet wanted to say
It took me a lot to realise
That vision played an important role
But vision doesn't always mean having eyes
And this is how all of them consoled
I wondered though how my perfect world changed
But this is what never makes me deranged
We stay sane with miseries
We need them to enjoy glee
After all its only after injuries
We enjoy the joy of recovery
Never should we be afraid of pain
Because some rain is needed for gain
Sufferings, my friends, never end
We may recover or overcome
With all the ways, we must mend
We need sufferings maybe a little sum
Sufferings bring a change in us
And excepting these changes is a must
Oh the irony
Lazy ass, sitting at home
Whining life's a bore
Crying about nine to five
Unwilling to turn around
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