Good Bye - Two Thousand And Eighteen

The year Two Thousand and Eighteen Came and went away as it has been, As if a rule for a year to come and go Leaving behind memories of weal and woe! It left many memories of hope and despair, Some were my personal, some state affair. Lost some friends and relatives buried for ever Under the soil, to never reappear! More painful than that is the pain of decadence Of morality, civility and rise of obstinate arrogance Of the state to stifle the people's voice By coercion and intimidation, their only choice! Copyright Reserved Dhaka 02 January 2019