and after the Silence,
there comes indifference;
a phlegmatic one.
Everything seems so peaceful that not a single word utters anything agitating.
a grand equilibrium,
a fallacious anarchy, and
an edgy tranquility
or was it a mere stain in the Grand Design of the Most High?
The heart sleeps a peaceful sleep and the mind takes its journey towards oblivion...
hush!!! say eternity!!
or do you forget that you only live within those glorious transiences?
"The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And music shall untune the sky."
The poet is a lecturer, Bangladesh Army International University of Science and Technology