Now Dead

The mothers of blessings now, are dead No honey in the buds No money in the pockets No gracefulness in the flying- glow-worms of full moon night butterflies of May-days The goddesses of blessings now, are dead The cacophony of city vehicles are alive The quays of the port are busy with nibs The lives of concrete are gorgeous at night The slumdogs are dying in the hungry fight The fathers of blessings now, are dead There have only complaints without solutions Productivity forgets the equity, equality motions Abundance of good advice find not good doer Shoutings of alas; alas; alas are everywhere The gods of blessings now, are dead The Department head said I have nothing to do for you The Head of the corporate branch asked- here, are you new? Chairman of the business firm suggested resigning from job I'm the worker, nothing have to do, everywhere I'm chopped © Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 28.06.2021