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.