Pain Of Oil Poem by Adeeb Al-Fateh

Little river swimming on the tears of the dead eyes

No stream but the dew of the wave
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