Shadowing hordes of inundated,
Haggling towers to the ground,
Peeking for piecemeal,
Liberated of the bugle's sound.
Entertaining drowsy unwashed steps,
Corrugated,
Still,
One for the supine laid across
its unextraordinary expanse watched by extraordinary men.
Boots clapping at the stone,
Fountains binding speech,
Tremulous artists spill their
Odes to joy at every interval
Nailing
The involuntary to testify.
Lustre,
Ruptured,
Split,
Shimmering,
Fulgurating
Bottled mirth.
Red eyed,
Bubbling.
Infinitely malleable in our chains,
Unquiet at the rocks of dawn.
..........Treasured by foreign landsMuted, molded by unyielding hands,The battalion of limbs yearns to shake the shackles.
Mahmood Sadaat Ruhul is a poet.