Sneaky Charter

Give me the embroidered wings or the colorful canvas of afternoon sky Give me the flying white clouds or the swimming smokes of isolated chimney Give me one fist of fallen tears or the darkness of the moonlight Give me one box body of fluorescence or the laureate graveyard of silence To the inert ink of living charter these all shall be nothing There are many defeated tides where I'm a being of offerings Words by words these all sewed a book of blindness And nowadays drawing the leafy map of screaming © Adeeb Al-Fateh April 13,2026 Bangladesh