Muzahidul Reza

Gold Star - 253,946 Points (26 March,1978 / Charaihatee; Mohangonj; Rajibpur.)

Gathered Pains - Poem by Muzahidul Reza

It is at night dark around
Time I don't count
Sit to write poem
You start playing on violin then,

My writings do not make sound
Your violin sounds
Loud to louder in my mind
And stops my writings,

Melody goes out piercing heart
Reaches my soul
And adds to the gathered pains there
Of cruelty of mankind,

Cutting, burning, firing alive humans
What do they do?
Many people know those tragedies
But nothing they do.

Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 07/02/2017

Topic(s) of this poem: pain, painful


Comments about Gathered Pains by Muzahidul Reza

  • Akham Nilabirdhwaja SinghAkham Nilabirdhwaja Singh (7/7/2017 4:28:00 AM)

    My writtings make no sound.Cutting, burning, firing alive humans many people have nothing to say knowing these.Nice work. (Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (7/4/2017 12:59:00 PM)

    Cruelty of mankind! ! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply

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  • Muzahidul RezaMuzahidul Reza (7/2/2017 2:24:00 PM)

    Melody goes out piercing heart
    Reaches my soul
    And adds to the gathered pains there
    Of cruelty of mankind,
    (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 2, 2017

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 4, 2017


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