Disharmony Poem by Boishakhi Mitro

Of jarring speeches n soulless voices,

Of barefoot travails n painful cries,

Ears of silence n speaking time.

Unending paths of winding chaos,

Of lost spaces n forever long eons,

Of dead carcasses lost in the sea of inhuman faces.

The dragging, stumping feet of unthinking masses,

The story of all mundane lives,

The loss of innocence n songless tribes.

Tears of morbidity in sleepless eyes,

Scentless flowers in burning pyres,

Islands of destitutions n insipid relations!

Despairing thoughts n stunted dialogues,

Sacred blessings n patched histories,

Departed values n never ending queues.

The list is long n overdue,

The mind is numb n forever accrue,

Times have come n eons gone through, yet mankind awaits solitude.