A global society of interests
____By Aranna Hasan Delwar.
Today I came to tell a story,
Gaza's Living, Dying
Or any lost story.
Some dreams of being inside a refugee camp
A dream of lying still in a hungry weak body.
Dream of being too close to death
Or the tear-soaked dream of some parentless child.
These dreams are gray today,
Discoloration becomes oily
The dreams here are like the wall today.
Dreams inside Gaza have no wings
No legs, no hands, some have no life.
Still those dreams want to fly,
He wants to touch that vast sky far away.
The sky is occupied by an olive color
giant vulture,
They fly away, showing fear.
Dreams burn to ashes
Bury in the bosom of the bottomless soil.
Dreams have been starved for a long time
Chowchi's chest bursts with thirst for water,
For example, the crop fields in Chaitra
burst
He cries for a drop of water
Tears do not want to settle.
Even then, dreams try in vain.
These dreams have many more unknown stories
Every inch of Gaza's soil is full of new stories every day
gives birth to
Not every budding story gets a chance to dream.
To lose him before that
must be burned.
Where is the end of the story of Gaza?
no one knows We don't even want to know.
We are too busy editing our stories.
In the global society of interests, nobody is nobody.
©Aranna Hasan Delwar.
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