Commom Reality Poem by Rahman Henry

Commom Reality

Rating: 5.0


Somewhere, in a solitary, a beetle
No one knows why it's badly injured, overturned- -
and unable to be returned or eased

No sound produces and reaches to the ears of
This eart from it's
Screamed sufferings- -

It's nothing but the poem;
There's created the real poetry.
No one's hands, pens or papers
Can't compose it.

Just the impersonal Calenda
Recorded it in black and white: `Twenty First Century'

Saturday, November 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: poems,society,suffering
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 28 November 2020

Screamed sufferings- - It's nothing but the poem; There's created the real poetry......impressive expression

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Rahman Henry

Rahman Henry

Natore, Bangladesh.
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