Crow

You don’t recognise fate until it is gone,

Same goes with love and privileges,

Listen to me ‘Lover boy’,

You have been wandering around the bush for a while, and there’s a ambush, a predator waiting for you to grasp….

Now, tell me if you wanna hear my stories that I tell?!

Or, you wanna runaway in the woods to meet your death?!

I wrote three hundred love letters to you, and a thousand poems,

You haven’t checked them yet…..

You don’t know what oracles these poems hide,

You might get hypnotized,

Blown out completely and infatuated in my affection,

As dearly I scribble love for you,

But, you seem ignorant!

You don’t know how to comprehend soul’s urge nor do you know how to dissect,

Oh dear, if I am not your favourite writer than how can I be your favourite person?

If you don’t read me then how would you interpret my soul’s dialect?

Mirroring me?!

For what?!

Impression?!

Dupes!

A crow mourns for It’s lost children.

Oh,when she got into your skin,

You didn’t know,

Just as the shrewd cuckoo didn’t bother too!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy

Time Frame: 8.54 am, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment.

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