Once I went to earthly market
There were so many goods of belief
I bought one
Bought one in my earthly life
I brought it with me for years of my life
But I understood that for this buying I removed others
One day I opened the shopping bag of belief
And found there I bought goods of curse
That was ‘HATE' in my believing pulse
After realizing myself I wanted to sell it
And went to the real market of GOD's belief
But none I found there as a buyer of HATE
Cause without goods of love there were no mate
-April 24.2018 Chittagong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stupendouously beautiful. Well executed paradoxical magic perfecty attracting attention to the true meaning. Beautiful.