January 23, 2018

When It’s Time

poem

When It’s Time

by Shahinur Islam


Let the delayed dawn of the lazy night

unfasten the arm-ties of life today.

Let the desired knot be severed today.

What though there was no longer embracing

with the leaves having fallen on the ground?

The dream that is asleep in heart of seeds

will kindle the fire being its own ruin.

You will come across ashes all alone

upon and down which there is nothing else.

Yet there will lie buried in their own midst

the diamond in seeming calm of neglect.

When it is the exact need of our time,

it must radiate glows over again.



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