Two Poems
THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES
I learnt the essence of life sacrificing most invaluable treasures
With bitter experiences and losing the memories of the past
Leaving behind my songs and numerous gardens of charred memories
And the diary of abuse documenting everyday frustrations
Of a dumb, unfortunate dwarf and grief of unfulfilled desire
To so many bloody sunny days
Being allured by intense greed
Having fear of losing my dignity and facing the cunning society
I can't even move forward
I had debt and responsibility, but now I am left with deep repentance
That eats up my sense of values and scolds me with unfinished story
Why did Goutom leave his throne and royalty
And oft to win over hunger and misery and attain immortality
Why did the key of 'Karun' sink in water?
And the sound of Moses's stick turn river into land?
Would Abraha return again to break the long arch?
Ababil knows how insignificant is meditation in the context of time
Once again, Jesus will make the blinds see again by his touch
History only distorted truth in a sealed room
Seeing all, how much more insults can I take?
As the sharp sword of Damocles dances over my head
If the words of might are the only significant things on a blank white page
Poets unwritten verses are even more precious than that.
INTERVIEWING A DEAD MAN
A man laying in the corner of a foot path, seemed dead
But, surprisingly his body shook up
As the neck of an Ox shakes up
When a fly seats on it
Out of curiosity, a passerby stoops down to see him
Are you dead? He asks
Instantly, the dead man replies with angry scolding voice
"No, not yet, but does that matter to you?''
The passerby asks, why then play dead?
The dead man does not respond to the irrelevant query
And rolls over on the other side
Then he asks with infuriated voice
"Tell me, what is the point of playing alive?"
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