From The Battlefield Poem by Aronno Islam

I felt cold after turn over the page
Seems like the season changed here, so quick
Those women, who loves warmth
Their face must be as white as snow
What purity gives me?
Some shiny teeth between her slightly opened lips

After evening, when death-thoughts slowly comes down to the earth
I go to the midnight’s park and sit
Nature and I both scared
Surprisingly, you never appear like the moon
But a virtuous face
Actually there is no sin in the womb


Listen, I am telling you
Do you know?
What I think most of the times now a days
Village after battle, some vultures
quarreling with your meat

Ah, don’t turn on the light
I can also kill people brutally
And when these red pages of mine gets dry, then you will know
From the battlefield, every human’s face seems
So very ugly