Silver sword


 What if the entire fortune-

A wholesome human being is mishandled?! 

A human vast like ocean,

Broad like sky, 

Deep like marine,

Tall like mountain,

And, fresh like oxygen is left to crumble!

Slowly and gracefully, 

Utterly and bitterly, 

In a slow progress,

What if you told her to die out of your own dismay-

To die like her father, 

To be removed and obscured, 

You know they were screwed, 

So were you by them! 

What if an entire human life was mishandled by your own cradle?! 

You were meant to melt away like a candle! 

In the burning fire they initiated,

In blaze, in gasoline they poured over,

You were meant to die but still you are here mostly alive- bravely you fight for your life, 

The fire turns out to be cold, 

It doesn’t burn you, 

You come out of that rabit hole, 

On your own, 

You come out of the pit, out of the dark cave,

That was meant to be your grave, 

But, you somehow come out, 

Who picked you up?! 

The ones who buried you! 

What a replay of humanity at its doom!

You were fed love on silver sword cutting your throat! 

You do not forget what they did and do, 

But, still you lick love through the sword!

You do not forget what they said and say still,

But, you are used to earn affection through the saw!

Slit open and bled-

But not bend, 

Alive and melancholic, 

Drowned in work!

I suffered a lot cause I did not know any pretence, 

Still I do suffer, the cause never changes! 

Suffering wrapped under a gifting paper came to me to fold-

As I never could feign- I am an open book!

Nothing to hide, nothing to bribe-

One can read me as they desire!

But, here comes the truth-

I had to pay a costly price writing this epic book.


©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 


Time Frame: 2.24 am, Mirpur Cantonment. 

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