Gathered Pains Poem by Muzahidul Reza

It is at night dark around
Time I don't count
Sit to write poem
You start playing on violin then,

My writings do not make sound
Your violin sounds
Loud to louder in my mind
And stops my writings,

Melody goes out piercing heart
Reaches my soul
And adds to the gathered pains there
Of cruelty of mankind,

Cutting, burning, firing alive humans
What do they do?
Many people know those tragedies
But nothing they do.

Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 07/02/2017