Let It Be Common Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda

I write a poem on a tossing morning mimosa,
On a wild bush heading a bulbul making tamasa;
My sir say " It is a copy Keats and Wordsworth combine,
Write something new to say and demand it is of mine.

I resume anew and penned a poem on Rohingya refugees,
On the bloody execution of the brandish'd steel of Burmese;
My sir says, "Would you like to imitate Owen and Co.? Fine,
Write something new to say and demand it is of mine.

Let it be common or cunning imitation I do not care of it,
Let the truth be told may itnotyour aesthetic need befit;
Let it not be a unique one in symbol and poeticinvention,
Will you vow to promise me to stop the war's convention?

I protest I stand I shout I display I hold not my Pen and Tongue,
I must sing of the common crying song of Troy to our Jews sung.