How Long A Hundred Years Is
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
The skeletons of the thirsty night lined
up
Contentious dreams are stolen
The shy sky loses its color
At the foot of the deserted island.
If it lies in the hollow of time, then
A human corpse in a human shell!
Crawling humanity is ruined totally
Sucking up the dead light.
The illusion of shadows is trapped in a web of illusion
Knotless relationships create storm in a tea cup.
In a moment, the best becomes the worst
Who is whose? Injustice in wealth is constant
Saying ‘this world is mine’ breaks my ribs
When will I become civilized?
Can any of you tell me
When I will truly become civilized?
Don’t curse me
The soil beneath my feet,
The oxygen inside my mouth,
The sky over my head.
Body odor will not be judged
What race? What religion? What planet?
Can anyone tell me
How long a hundred years is?