Pain Of Oil Poem by Adeeb AlFateh

Little river swimming on the tears of the dead eyes

No stream but the dew of the waved
disappearing in the buds

Empty vessel of the time sounding
like the crickets of twilight

Prohibited prayers of the deep night on the cemetery

Fueling oil of the cold war is now
God of the rain
Eyes of pigeon writing the fate of thundering
clouds in vain
Alone everywhere the river is adulating pain


© Adeeb Al-Fateh
April 09,2026
Bangladesh