The Year before Being the Black Hole
by Shahinur Islam
The year before being the black hole,
before burning for the last time
the star Arcturus sought the last refuge
in some heart of the female lovers on earth
in entire reliance.
That unrequited love still moves round the universe
in the utterance of dissatisfaction.
Since then all the hearts of the earth
have still been seeking refuge in other hearts
with the company of dissatisfaction forever.
That sense, that wailing build a nest
in all hearty emotions anonymously.
Then so many ages have gone by
under the rule of the anonymous insect.
Many years later Aryabhatta first named it ‘0’
which still lies asleep in our hearts.
And whenever it gets a scope,
it just leaps and bounds in season and out of season
like some newly-born cub of a ferocious animal,
and burns and gnaws at our torn, timid hearts
in the cremation ground of nightmares.