of the world war (3rd!)
I'm not the forced applicant
I don't wanna be the forced applicant

of the world war (3rd!)
no; I'm not the well-wisher
not the advanced receptionist

columnist, they are political analyst
journalist, they are critics of the war
socialist, they are international relationship scientist
they can greet in advance as horror enjoyer
their invocative speech, writings, paintings
as if now decorate the war in advance (3rd!)

far away, have gone far away
the first and second world wars
the earth became the asylum of the universe
oh! pain, sorrow, melancholic days of mother
for her child has gone far away,
waiting days of a new bride for her groom
became the fire on the pyre,
the orphanage became the address of the humanism
now far away, the remembrance of the wars

I'm on the Bay of Bangle,
this sub-continental, inter-continental,
continental birds chirping
soul-stirring and I love independently

of the world war (3rd!)
I'm not an advanced writer
don't wanna be the spokesman
or blood painter
cause-
the vernal breeze here gives me warm embraces,
eyes of the butterflies still here find the flowers,
busy days of ants here teaches me-
" a stitch in time saves nine"
here on this Bay of Bangle
five times Azan of Muazzin from the holy Masjid,
the pleasing sound of the Temple bell,
air balloon on the full moon night of Buddha Day,
praying of the holy Easter Sunday
teach me the unity of love and universal brotherhood

I cannot paint in my diction
the advanced blood of world war (3rd!),
I cannot speak in advance in my writings
the scheme of world war (3rd!),
I'm not the fertile blind prophet Tiresias

then I'll be liable for that blood war (3rd!)
more than the bloodsucker imperialist politician,
if I write, speak, paint advance the forecast of undesired war


©Mahtab Bangalee/ October 22, 2019/ Chattogram