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By: Zunayet Ahammed

wastelandspring

Symphony is fading away
Tigers in us bawling
Seeing tube-roses weeping
In the waste land of Spring.

We visualize the pretensions and nakedness
Of so-called men who like “faluda”
Nowadays
No rosy rain coming
Out of the firmament
With all smiles from the angels
Ice and ice all around us
No pleasure boat approaching
No light is seen
Except darkness and loneliness
Kings here are without speech
And sleeping quietly.
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 in a university and an occasional writer.

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