Pain Of Oil
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Adeeb Al-Fateh
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Little river swimming on the tears of the dead eyes
No stream but the dew of the wave
disappearing in the buds
Empty vessel of the time sounding
like the crickets of twilight
Prohibited prayers of the deep night on the cemetery
Fueling oil of the cold war is now
God of the rain,
Eyes of pigeon writing the fate of thundering
clouds in vain,
Alone everywhere the river is adulating pain
© Adeeb Al-Fateh
April 09,2026
Bangladesh
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