Contemporary World Literature
A Poem from Bangladesh
By Faruk Ahmed Roni
Faruk Ahmed Roni, hailing from Bangladesh is a poet and writer living in London. He is the founder and editor of the Global Poet and Poetry and Shikor Web Portal and Facebook Group.
Endless Mithila
Mithila walking sleepless
Crosses the hill of grief
The burning fire of memory followed
The shadow of mist
Not be crossed
It’s like an uncertain fleeing cloud
Time ignites on fire of envy.
Mithila floats on sweaty water
Sixteen-year-old adolescence nurtured in fatigue
Bones,
Muscles
Trembling in humid air
The endangered time of mortality around Mithila
Lost in Illusion, traveled alone
Swan without a companion.
The nostalgia of ruined desire
Without lust, puberty not be crossed
Memory being treasured as of kin
Adversity hangs the balance of life,
Mithila, alone today in the dusk at desolate
Adapting to a different realm,
The realm like quicksand in the dark
Dying through drowning to survive
And
Mithila bloomed to be eternal at the end!
(A young college girl recently found hanged inside the flat is told she was victimized by a wealthy, powerful businessman in Bangladesh)
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