One Day This Life
by Shahinur Islam
One day this life will merge into air silently
in the sudden solar eclipse
in the invitation of twilight
in the wave-less ocean, in the still desert.
No noise will that time sound
melodious or tedious.
No pain will burn the heart;
no love will wet the mind.
Perhaps a tear or two will shed
to ruminate the memory of that life
in a solitary corner of the earth
or the tears will dry in the eyes.
In an idle noon on the sands of the Jamuna
perhaps some memory-vorous, lone swan
will be engrossed in feasting on his memories
or hear some saddened music
in the voice of the dove, in the first pain of Papia.
The lost life still seems to be an absconding prisoner
that borrowed the invaluable life from an unknown usurper.
So before paying it back,
it is now the accused to be hanged.