Awakenings in the Dark World
by Shahinur Islam
The aged moon has grabbed so many days of the fireflies
and making their hearts sink stayed so far for many days.
The fireflies have still given light in the deep darkness.
It has never known after all these days there is a day
that only ignites all the time the rest of the days
engrossed like a dream and in the naked eyes like imagination.
The dance of the dazzling light drifts in the eyes of dreamers,
in the wings of the fireflies.
Before dreaming, one has to burn;
the dreams before burning are never dreams.
Burning only, the dreams talk in melodious music
to man living on earth.
Before it, the aged moon whets our days
on the stones like those of fireflies—
inserts a sword across the throat of all arrangements
in uselessness if necessary in the name of sacrifice.
The need of today sheds all the dreams tomorrow.
So the fireflies shine today in the hopes and dreams of tomorrow
and the rats or mice live only today exhausting all their power.
No day of tomorrow ever heralds the beginning of their day;
it just disappears forever in the abyss of the night.