Colossal
But, once it has lent bribe in her prime to silence the voice of lambs perished in the peril of pariah,
Of evil storms—unhinged in the chaos, unheard of in the outskirts,
Survives the drowning at the cost of bulky memories filled with blisters of hurt and outgrowing.
Decay or slow rupture?
Erasure of ego with the advent of rage, of savage time.
Softening of the voice and trembling of the threatened throat
that once roared epic pilgrimage,
You don't need to pick every cue from the colossal;
It is deemed to be soiled into dust and ashes...
Until then, you see the fray,
The cost of being abruptly massive and subtly lessened.
Colossal in rage and wrath, now wishes to be cuddled!
If not, then at least remembered,
That once wanted to dismember every amber,
Now, intend to stitch woolcraft from scratch and draw sketches -
Of a veneer moth flamed until it turned into livestock and a funneled vessel,
A carrier of fuel to blame—taming another funeral,
The colossal has reached its end with dusty, shadowy, flowy archives of atrocities;
As if the tornadoes of torments were flung - surpassing the city walls,
Night owls screening flash lights-
Distributing some ointments...
To the pilgrims for relief perhaps!
The fate that was faded is unwritten!
Frail flips of scripts, faint grips of pale bodies echo the surrender of horrendous movements—
one that annihilated the entirety of parchments,
Scrolls of wounds, perhaps speaking of experiences!
Odour of it - Vile,
Indeed, sordid!
Loath can't reduce the ink it has spilled on it!
Hatred built but faded away—in the ruins of the colossal,
A win after the bloodbath of the swollen soul long inhaled,
Hail to the supremacy of walking alone,
A long detour before one ends the ordeal,
Reaches its perpetual destination—long-awaited, though once forgotten!
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
Time Frame: 1.30 pm, 12 Feb, 2026
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