Confession

You are not someone I describe,

Or, someone I project,

Before dawn, before the light, you are the sunshine,

So bright.

You are the living poem, I am the poet,

I don’t compose, I confess,

You are the verse that I suppress.

Your memories return

through the verses I write.

I can’t describe what you are,

You are a living poetry that I bind.

I don’t compose, I confess,

What you’ve shown- the integral integrity that cannot be compressed.

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy

Timestamp: 8.52 pm, Tagar

Incapable

Now you know, The permanent damage that you’ve done. They call it survival, But, I named it silence. A disease

Numbness Towards The Collective

The sadness in my eyes has numbed the empathy towards the pain of the collective. I no longer read the

Contempt for the Culture that Shaped You

In knowing you, little by little, I cannot deny, That the flaw was not in your nature but in the

Asymmetrical relationship with the cockroach

The cockroach did not know that evolution never taught humans to befriend it, And, It didn’t learn to hide. It

Blue Whale

There was an ocean within me once, It was deep,blue,wide. In that deep blue ocean- Tides shone so bright, Faith

No bond lasts long

Why don’t you believe in people anymore?! – Cause, I don’t want anyone to exploit my reason. How’s that like?!

Farheen Akter Bhuian