Zillur Rahman Shuvro
A Brief History Of History - Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro
You can touch me with the hand of thought
I was born from the womb of the history
Once I was honored by a king of Maya Civilization
Who loved glowing sunset and aesthetic snow berry.
I loved a princess, when it was hot news of palace
Blind with rage the king threw off me in the prison
Throwing dust in all's eyes the princess helped me to escape
At a glance I arrived in ancient Egypt crossing the Grand Canyon.
I was appointed as an archaeologist of the king Tutankhamen
My task was to look after hieroglyphics what were engraved
On the mummies of Farrows, I was satisfied on my job
But suddenly the plight floated away me, I was suspended!
After walking about idly I turned into a horse of Pythagoras
He was bragging and stuffed balloon with the whimsicality
One day I saw his extra-marital love, he drove away me
And then I came to Bethlehem when Jesus was in gravity.
I assured him, ‘Don't worry! I was a gladiator of Pompeii Coliseum'
But I could not save him making blockade against the blind(s)
In shame and disgrace I went to Amazon to hide myself
Sitting on the tree a bird was singing about ascending mankind.
Carrying a flag of glory I reached to the top of Kilimanjaro
At dead night a collision happened between a satellite and me
After splitting I spread out all over the world in light-motion
Now I'm black letter of ancient book and white whale of black sea.
Now I'm cloth of the abbess and harpoon of the fisherman
Now I'm scythe of the farmer and antique coins stored into the pot
Now I'm mobile sim and I'm at your door like morning sun
A great opportunity! You can touch me with the hand of thought.
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