The Dad Is Dead Poem by Ujjol Kamal

The dad is dead
The son is same
Sinning sites
Sinning sigh
High and low
Low and high
Sinning sights
Sinning smile
Lying eyes
Lying lies
Be still
Gentle and wise, open and wide
Let me make love to you till the Moon die
Let the stars fall from Heaven one by one letting me find paradise in
thy exotic eyes
Sinning eyes
Sinning sights
Singing rain
Lilac rhyme
Night in the Roxbury
Love seems hurry, scurry
Blue bells, blue berry
Sanguine cherry, sherry
Time pass by
You and I die
Humankind extinct to multiply
Multiply to divide
Divide to die
Umbilical cord
Uterus call
Intoxication
Deforestation
Aforestation maggots fly
I'm inclined
Not entwined
Thy tears mine
Thy smile mine
Streets unwind miles after miles
Misty mountain-tops
Call me to climb
Instead I end up climbing virgin brides
Sinning sites
Sinning sights
Waves upon waves break giving out light
Earthen pots
Earth warning moth gradually inch by inch eat up my flesh and bones
Babylon is far away
Religions give rise to suicidal flames
My dad is dead
Couldn't go and see him
The last farewell
Distance distanced us
Monetized maze
It's a long way off from New Jersey to
Bangladesh
Now that daddy is dead
I'm there to follow his footstep
Before long
Before you know
I will be lying beside him dead
Then we two dead flames shall watch together gather stars and rain
Then infinite years shall pass before you are too all dead
The Earth shall then be rotating round around lonely, alone around a
dead red giant

Sinning self
Sinning elf
Singing and sinning without any names
The dad is dead
Am I to be blamed-
Daddy was dead before the sunset
He was gone before the next sunrise
I was in Montreal while daddy passed away
Silently, lonely nobody by his side
I remember him
While he would take me for walk
Buy me cookie, candy
Buy meat, vegetables, sugarcane, fish
Only the best kind
Sometimes he would take me by the bank of Padma, Jamuna, Sorosote
And bathe me there by the fresh, warm, afternoon sunlight
Now that daddy is dead
I miss you dad
More than I can ever comprehend
Giving me the light of life
Daddy you went away without saying goodbye
The last farewell
Sorry daddy
I couldn't be by your death-bed
It's long way from Montreal to Bangladesh
I'm sorry daddy
I couldn't see before your death
I think you can forgive me from your simple grave
Sometimes, I wake up very late in the dead of the night
Tears trickle down my half-slept eyes
Daddy I loved you
Though I never had the chance to say so in front of your wise,
ancient, loveable eyes
O daddy is dead
He will never come back
O shall never see daddy again
Daddy
I'm sorry I couldn't by your death bed-