waiting for the storm

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By Aranna Hasan Delwar

My poetry curses me,

A sentence that is written by putting words after words

It doesn't explode.

It does not collapse like an earthquake

Image of social system!

i love you

The smell of your hair used to intoxicate me.

my love hates me

Don't be fascinated by the sweetness of words

A kiss was your wish,

I was naive in my definition of holy love.

Today I live with loneliness

I live in the shelter of poetry,

But poetry has torn me apart for a long time.

Poet and politician

Follows the same religion!

One indulges in sloganeering

And another in the magic of words

Paints a picture of false assurance of breaking chains.

Now I am speechless

A lonely nomad,

I am waiting for the soul

A storm will arise in purity.

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