Self-obsessed?!
Why not?!
Who isn’t?!
Cracked mirror but vintage,
Fragmented self but with an ancient soul,
Wools and glitters-breeding ice age,
Wolves are hauling,
Hawks are hawking,
Hawker is honking,
Kingkong is laying,
Crows are cawing,
So what?
You know your worth and damn you are slaying!
Damn woman, you are powerful-
Your dignified aura is luminating!
Cutting down the darkness laid by blood suckers,
Scarred but not scared-
For you are the voice,
Voice for the precedents who came before you-
And, for those who are going to come after you!
It’s a century long love story that you need to write!
Contemplating- the templates before it was laid,
Founding- before the base was ever founded,
The roots taking place!
They are underneath where shadows plays,
In the vague selfie- cliched tone and hazy nets,
You wove thin layers,
Those threads are rare and unseen!
The master of the spider web-mostly unheard of and unread,
Relics of a bold statement is floating on a pit,
The bold affairs are the words that I daily spit!
And, what about the mind-body split?
Dislocated and disoriented- the art of gambit!
©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy
Time Frame: 2.21 pm, Home, Chittagong.