Lost In The Lost Planet Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Everywhere can I see the faces masked and bold,
Emitting all-embracing colours,
The known faces appear to be mysterious,
I feel like being lost in a lost world.

Friends are proved enemies in the end,
The apparent foes turn out to be well-wishers,
The Classical Age's irony has become the King and ushers,
Fate works as the father and irony, the lad, is in its trend.

Lady Macbeth seems nothing compared to the latest spouses,
Children's love for the old is like the plastic flowers really,
On the run the people are to obliterate human lives quickly!
Wars and bombs tearing down thousands of houses.

The definition of love has been changed into something bad,
It's not love as would appear on Keats' Grecian urn,
The lovers' hearts are empty of it, they merely let it burn,
Having love in the heart, the lexicon smiles being glad!

The worst of all these is that we are lost in this lost planet,
The human hearts have the magic potion that the wars lack,
We are to make efforts until death to get it and us back,
And the eternal healer, ‘changing wind', says- not yet…!