I regarded the arrogant being
that was me, regarded the mess
he made, turned and walked away
returned with soldiers and guards
trussed him up, an iron mask like
the brother of Louis Philippe
I had him thrown in a cage
where he belongs, making
sure he was safe
underground, quantum physics
stipulates every possibility
exists somewhere
While he would be a prisoner in
this reality, he and his alternate
possibilities will survive
as long as the universe
endures, no energy is
ever lost…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the poet bleeds silently. be thus when thou are in the prison named civilization. write more, bleed much. a friend afar to touch your pain. apoet bangla