3 poems by Towhid Islam Khan
Home Made Prison
Your ego is a boundaryThat limits you from so many things
So much unexpected beauties�
It's a prison
Beneath the sophisticated brain;
It's a disease
That causes gradual harm.
You don't discover it at once.
You may never discover at all�
Your ego is a boundary,
A boundary for others as well;
One cannot reach you in needs,
Or express sorrows, while in pain.
Your ego abandons everyone to catch a glimpse of you, even!
"Hey, you!Yes, you!"
"No, I won't listen.
No, not your words,
Not even your silence.
Why would I do that!
Why would I wake a numb soul!!
Why would I tame wild hair
That tries to strangle each one that crosses by!!!
No, I don't want to listen to the wild stone."
Would I be the same!
It could have ended in a different wayI mean�
There could have been a few more utterances;
Few more actions could have taken place.
It could have started in a different way, too.
We could have met in a coffee shop other than
The flower bower!
And that surely gave us a nice fragrance.
It would have never ended if it had never started�
"Sometimes it made me wonder,
What if I had enough money to ponder!
Would I still be the same?"
The poet is a student of Prachyanat School of Acting and Design