Slaves to the dark
And the magic of the cynical spell,
The skywing of night
Beholds the wishing well.
The path of ancient destiny
Paves the way to the future gate,
The before-fall of here-after
Sparkle-lights the lyrical fate.
From the afterglow of the shed-past
To the raging feel of the holy lust,
The moon-struck nightmares
Surreal the sun-soaked dream dust.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. First published in author's debut poetry book 'The Mystic Inferno' in 2012.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem