Pay Day… Poem by Sarder Tawhid Imam

Time, racing at a pace rather unknown,
The world that spins slower than the clouds
keeps thinking, could I have been any stranger!

Along the way towards the chamber of light,
The cracked walls seem to show their greater might
And say, those who enter shall leave one day.

Step after step and breath after breath,
The kings who once ruled has their swords washed
up at the bay, their edges are as rusty as their lords.

And those swords that will speak to the people of
this century, the hard that they did not have to call.
But in silence the dead have forever cursed you all.

Thus, face to face with destiny, away from our
bitter reality we cry the tears we were taught to cry along.
But, a day will come when we will have to pay for our wrong…