Poets

They wanted to be accepted by all but were forced to remain aloof,

They wanted to convert their pain into power of words, but everyone felt offended.

Still, they carried on,

They architect their misery into arch and fandom,

But nobody understands them,

Nobody looks at their words and actions,

Nor do they comprehend the sad appearance they hide behind the jovial smile and outlook,

They just wanted to be connected,

So, they use words to connect with people,

But, instead of getting love, sympathy and connections,

They just receive passive aggression,

Instead of acceptance they get coldness,

Instead of inclusion they get excluded,

Instead of collaboration they receive sanction,

And, instead of evolution, they become the reason for revolving revolutions,

Consequently remaining in isolation,

Because, they are born sad, so they live a sadistic life, Till alive and aftermath-

A walking tragedy becomes the center piece of limelight!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

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