Like Sisyphus, I am dead tired of rolling my love rock
At the peak of your heart.
But you look happier to mock
At finding me time and again from where I start.
For pity's sake,
Rescue me from the Daedalus's Labyrinth.
Don't grow again the barren thistle
Or the silent hyacinth.
And start over leaving your words flow
On my heart shore.
You are smiling a Belinda smile! Do you
Wanna glimpse my teary eyes more?
O Mother of Silence!
Breathe again and feel proud
Drenching me with your word rain
From your thundering cloud.
Really, I love you from the Eden flat
No matter what.
So easily, have you forgotten
What I have done for you in the past?
I have eaten the fruit of Eden
And so now I'm on the world of dust.
For your sake, I became the first farmer.
We the two brothers entangled with violence
And I'm in the world hated as a first killer.
The old and the children on the earth are saying,
"All killers' sins are placing on my shoulder.''
Your eyes are like the Pandora's Box.
So, stop opening it with your cold tears.
Come to the green world flying from the darkling block;
Leave the bloody Troy;
Keep singing Orpheus's songs;
Bring me up as an innocent but experienced boy
Having an abortion to kill millions of Hitlers and Attilas.
With your red angelic hands
Paint a green picture again on earth canvas.
The poet is lecturer, Department of English at First Capital University of Bangladesh