War Play and Prayers for the Dead

War is a play, a corporate business of the world

It brings destruction to the lives, civilization, humanity, economics

And what not?

As the rose is burnt in the heat wave

The lives like the roses burned, make us stumbled

On the way the stars fall down

You see, I see, we all see

breaking down our hearts the mangrove forest is firing.

The sound of cry reaches the sky

From above the sky the creator laughs at the play

We everyday are playing with ourselves

With the country people or with the people of the world

Killing mankind without any hesitation awaits a great punishment.

How sweet the scented the roses blowing in the morning breeze!

Would you please meet the dead faces to make the safe journey to heaven?

O the sweet scented flowers in the bushes you refresh us

to the sunny bright beginning of the day.

Please be the companion to our loving brothers, sisters, daughters and suns

Passing away from us.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh

03 July, 2025

Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years.