Safe And Sound Poem by Rahman Henry

Safe And Sound



Finally, we're succeded to find those mountains
where even the loudest screams don’t echo

And long ago, we were handed mirrors
which were secured from reflection
as if they were castrated.

Hah ha!
Now, no more bandaged mouths or muffled voices
All noise is trapped
And photographs fail to capture light.

Isn’t it more than being safe and sound?

Sunday, August 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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Rahman Henry

Rahman Henry

Natore, Bangladesh.
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