Poetry from Mahbub Alam

Poet Mahbub, a South Asian man with dark hair and glasses and a suit and tie
Poet Mahbub Alam
The suffocating dream

Nowadays I sleep in fear
The world is open but covered with darkness for some
The warning bell is ringing
Some dance on the stage
On the other some are firing
Through all you can see the light of the moon
The death-the dancing
The bodies quickly get mingled with soil under the ground
I suddenly shouted with the suffocating scene in my sleep.

 
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
11 October, 2023



War

This is cobweb in the corner of my room
In some places the strings break making the hole
The humanity rolls into the trap for survival
The war is like an enigma
 'Who will bell the cat?'
No one steps for negotiation 
The people are dying like the insects
In this dire situation of struggle
How to finish the tale?
War is like a cave
Where people plunge into the horror of darkness
War, why are you weaving the clothes for death
I cry for.


Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
11 October, 2023