Silence
Everyday is passing by...with agony and pain,
Fighting to be in a state of mind of hope and aspiration
Fighting to stay strong in a real disaster.
I strive to look forward.
If your observation makes you critical,
Look inwardly.
There must be something wrong with the approach.
“The continuity is not coming up,” She remarked.
I understood her. And I kept silent,
The baby who cries at mother’s breast in hunger,
Slowly grows up to that utmost question of legitimacy
Birds chirp, Setting sun merges in western sky
Leaving an enigmatic color of transitory time ,
And we keep on asking ourselves
How long have we lived on earth, precisely?
3-29-2020
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2020
|