Inner Pains

M Mahtab Bangalee Mahtab Bangalee
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I have no torment, no pain-difficulty I am not the seller of sorrowful key Stellar of the far friends I am New sky in my entrepreneur jam Being human I can feel meticulously the pains of dying fishes in my hands without water, the pains of dying slaughtered chicken, ducks, birds before eyes ground, the pains of butchered quadruped domestic animals, the pains of green child grasses under my cruel trampling, the pains of polluting winds, waters, devastating trees, Being omnivorous all-mighty human since birth I have nothing to do for these pains Being human I can feel also the pain of my beloved at night without me, the pains of my parents who are depended on my incomes, the pains of my gods who created me to spend life virtuously but I deny and become ungrateful, the pains of my accompany with whom I betrayed for the sake of earthly greed, the pains of dying peoples of COVID-19 or from starvation Colorful pains of the world when I leave alone And enter into my sovereign clone Being human I can feel all inner pains-difficulties But I have nothing to do cause peace in own tease 06.09.2020 Chattogram

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