The Floating Pyramid
_____By Aranna Hasan Delwar.
Spotting a fake coin among countless coins is a bit difficult;
It is so easy to find good people in the stream of people!
I'm a statue burned in the fire!
Where I look at the ashes, the forest rises and burns in the light of my eyes;
Chest stones gradually accumulate to form a wall of disbelief.
Find the origin of every word, its native place, the genealogy of its father and grandfather;
Let's go back to the sargam of the basic position of the melody.
standing on a broken glass house looking for a piece of diamond;
As if searching in a torn net, the fish are alive.
I have been shattered by the social hammer.
Feelings can no longer be measured by faith!
The personality is full of gnats of unbelief;
How far can I get to the barometer positive, with a burning volcano inside?
The world of men's enjoyment is painted in the color of women's seductive beauty!
What has the selfish unconscious world to want, the satisfaction of the mind, the right to equality.
Now is the dark season of Amanisha around me;
Can I find a piece of light, to walk the path like a witch?
I find dry twigs like a bird in a storm, only storms and tides in the weather forecast.
This society has made me a shadow person facing electric light!
Can't find the desired person, a hand of dependence, the face and mask disappear in ash and smoke of doubt.
Then I build in my heart a watery pyramid of unbelief.
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