That Spotted Scarves Poem by Khondoker Shajahan Raj

That one drunken Night
Where two dogs were all engaged
In the deathly inhumane fight.
How I wish I could bark and go
And set the dual into a trio.

But I let my tenderized legs stepped back
As a coward-sun hides past the clouds,
And I let my soul say all it's haves and lacks.
Cause I know how-
My fertile lands have turned into the droughts.

Then, one day, like the stormy-clouds' tail,
I jumped down the volcano from the hellish flames
And screamed as if I were in the volcano-consumed
That gave me more heat than of hell.


And like a thousand lies;
Of thousands truths of what
I wanted to take revenge,
Have encircled me as
The vultures' tormented eyes
Probe the rotten flesh of the dead.

Now, I am all eaten and no rotten
Now, the days are engraved
Into the darkness of black-hole.
All I hear is the lapping of the tune
That once the phoenix bird sang to me
As I loved ashes-the ashes of my soul.

Love in the time of darkness or
Darkness in the loveless time-
I hear the soft conch-shell tuning into
The heart of darkness.
And how my heart aches,
Only to sing to you
And once to rhyme.