January 22, 2018

Poem: The Whirlwind


The Whirlwind

by Shahinur Islam

In the whirlwind does fly the heated sand

of life when the wind lets out a long sigh;

but its desire was to fly as a bird

or as a butterfly from tree to tree,

from flower to flower. But alas! When it flies off,

it stumbles again on the heated sand –

on the sand emerged from spending the life

and the defiant desire impedes only

the tempo and pace of the rest of life.

Thus some fate or other just comes away

and fulfills the desire of flying off.

In the heated puzzle of the bellows

even an iron-life just begins to melt

like the ice at the hand of the blacksmith;

life has known it spending a whole life

melting, rotting and being penniless

in the very bazaar of life and world.

And an investment can only be made

with such a life in being of others

whose bodies consume the higher interest

at the compound rate from bones and marrows

of that life and accumulate fat-rolls.

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