Space For Rent

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Sunday, August 23, 2015, Bhadra 8, 1422 BS, Zilqad 7, 1436 Hijr


POETRY
Ethereal hands
MAHMUDUL HASAN HEMAL
Published :Sunday, 23 August, 2015,  Time : 12:00 AM  View Count : 17


At the end of eternity, with or without pity
Waiting train we are among countless entity.
O bird! O winged bird! Home is the graveyard
House of darkness waits heartbeats to depart,
Every single breath is the rush towards death
Second by second, soul fetches darkness underneath.

I smiled, I cried but such a death I couldn't hide
Come light! O light; soul roams with a blind guide.
I knew no light, no truth, I counted the countless tide
Sitting before the sea of emptiness; time deceived
Trapped in the illusion, no bliss I received.

Our birth is but a necessity of death
Several-day-journey, and we never breath.
So, you made me cry? At danger said 'Goodbye'
I look at thy eye and say "Nothing was a lie"

But even God pardon not some nasty creature
Who never know how hateful they are;
Truth dare not seek those being to enter.

They sold themselves to Lucifer, became evil being,
They remain never mine own part, they vanished in nothing

In my world they are dead being, and are merged into nothing.

Mahmudul Hasan Hemal is a post-graduate student,
Department of English, University of Chittagong







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