Recalling the ancient mariner these days
As I pass my days with grief and sorrow
No way to breathe, no way to calm
As if my arteries and veins got narrow
I can feel the hanging albatross around my neck
That heavy burden, that unbearable sense of guilt
I look for that crossbow, I look for my sin
The sin, with that there is a house I built
Neither I can breathe, nor I can speak
Neither I can cry out, nor I can scream
The line of the equator got me so hard
I can sense the curse even in my dream
Oh God! What have I done so wrong?
I am zoning out and crawling into the dark
Is that the power of sorcery?
Or is it just the bitterness of my heart?
As I set my sail in the vast ocean of life
I search for my soul, inclination to beseech,
I ran into the dark, ran into the light
But my soul was far away from my reach.
Tahsina Inam Trisha is a Sub-Editor, Dhaka Tribune.
