By: Zunayet Ahammed

Symphony is fading away afar
Tigers in us bawling
Seeing tube-roses weeping
In the infertile land of spring.

We visualize the pretensions and nakedness
Of those so-called men who’ve gone “faludha”
Now a days
No rosy rain coming
Out of the firmament
With all smiles of the angels
Ice and ice all around us
No pleasure boat is coming
No light is seen
Except darkness and loneliness
Kings are without speeches
And sleeping soothingly.
There is no place to go
And to live in
For moral turpitude of men
Where shall we go…….?

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Zunayet Ahammed is Assistant Professor of English at Northern University Bangladesh.