Terrible Dream Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

In dream terror did peep and shout
And black holes of a covered mouth,
Camera was fit amist sleeping violence
To capture the deadly faces of innocence.

And this black nighty pitched story
Perhaps did honour terror a gory glory,
And a distance mother did cry with tear
With a wife forever lost her stout peer.

And beside Jamuna the gun salutes roar
To abolish the last rituals and to soar,
Nations take steps to prevent the blood,
But with a smile, blood makes more flood.

In morn when the sleepy dream breaks
The terrified heart understands all're fakes.