In the world of consciencelessness
Human eats himself consciously
Night sleeps with the moon
Stars sleep with everyone
Except the tears of child
The tears looking for-
The nest of mother's lap
The hamlet of father's heart
The morning of bird's valley
The food of future hope
Hope in the lame city
Sound of dumb bomb
Blasted away everything
where morning is dark grave,
every day is the afterlife
© Adeeb Al-Alfateh
April 16,2026
Bangladesh
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