Poetry Is Simply Dead Poem by Zubayer Zakir Khan

Amidst the language of silence
So much is left, unsaid
Love has lost its importance
And poetry is simply dead

The feast of ego,
Left me hungry
Things I couldn't let go,
Made me angry

I tried not to fail,
But, I never failed to try
Even though my cup is overflowing,
I still believe that
Anything that can be taught
Is simply not worth knowing

I tried not to fail,
But, I never failed to try
With broken wings,
My adamant dreams fly