Comments about Shopnil Mahamud
Death's Own Carnival
I lay, astray-ed by the winds of despair,
My aching soul weeps, but I don’t care,
I open my eyes to visualize those walls,
That mock my being as I start to crawl...
In this carnival of pain,
With all my tears in vain,
I try to build a stairway home,
But death pulls me back in its dome...
Surrounded by endless visions of fear,
Some uncanny voices in the wind I hear,
They mock me now, they mocked me then,
Seems this turf of hopelessness will never end...
I seal myself in a sheet of thorns,
I feel nothing yet my body mourns,