Disharmony - Poem by Boishakhi Mitro
Of jarring speeches n soulless voices,
Of barefoot travails n painful cries,
Ears of silence n speaking time.
Unending paths of winding chaos,
Of lost spaces n forever long eons,
Of dead carcasses lost in the sea of inhuman faces.
The dragging, stumping feet of unthinking masses,
The story of all mundane lives,
The loss of innocence n songless tribes.
Tears of morbidity in sleepless eyes,
Scentless flowers in burning pyres,
Islands of destitutions n insipid relations!
Despairing thoughts n stunted dialogues,
Sacred blessings n patched histories,
Departed values n never ending queues.
The list is long n overdue,
The mind is numb n forever accrue,
Times have come n eons gone through, yet mankind awaits solitude.
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