A noise from somewhere
Stirs ether- then
It reaches my ear,
Screaming loud,
Splitting my eardrum,
Demanding to be answered-
Hello and it is you on the other side.
I talk to you as I talk to God without seeing Him,
I talk to you , I give you a face,
A nose there,
Your doe-eyed innocence,
Your hair a luxuriant autumnal bloom,
I give you lips, the blushing glint when they open is maddening,
I give you a body richer than the bales of over-priced banknotes.
Suddenly the ether again stirs,
Snaps,
Silence falls-
White noise only
You no more
Your body and treasures no more.
Is creationism then also a white noise
as you are, my dear?
I wish it were not.
Yasif Ahmad Faysal teaches English at the department of English of Barishal University.
