Hanif Hassan Barbhuiya Poems

Was I ever the maker of my own fate?
The nuisance of all these years
Of a thousand horrors, a thousand fears
Was I ever the master of my own soul?
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The voice he owned
Deep within his soul
To answer it, for he couldn't wake
Mocking in echo of his own
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A step a time
I feel you moving away
Like the crystal moon in the dark sky
Travels away, silently behind the shadow
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I can't see you, can't feel you here
A glimpse of you, ready to give away all
As the doors to heavens open
And the rain starts to fall
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Oh ye kindred spirit
Dancing in the mocking breeze
Come, thy sense my desire
Come, thy stirs my yen
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Tattered was his will
As he walked along
Into the bleak night
No hand to hold on to
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Doomed are the days
In destruction and hate
The world is at its end
Humans forged its fate
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Stood amidst the tormented winds
Aimless sails of the desired past
Knee dug deep into the grainy sand
Grainy sand of wiped dreams last
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Flowers faded away
The moon too didn't wish to stay
Querulous time, wish I could lay aside
Wishing for the shore
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Deep bore fondness, goaded as the wind
Turned myself from usher profundity
Buried the feelings deep in a silent tomb
Only a speck of love could ignite
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