Rahman Mostafiz - A Silent Cry

A virtual reality runs slowly
In my over-trodden heart
No more agonies make me happy now
That I enjoyed in the past.

Like a flock of homecoming birds
Milky melancholies run
Bending downwards droop, stoop and
Get their port at last.

Doleful dismal sadness vast
I have in my wounded heart
Nothing remains
Not even dizziness mark
But a heap of only sparkling dark.

Cockroach corpus ant or lizard
Nobody gets wet near or far
That a silent cry
Doesn’t have any single drop of tear.

Rahman Mostafiz

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