Same Old Violence

By Mawdud Ahmed Choudhury

Suddenly, I heard the most fascinating voice.

And all at once, there was silence.

So, I had no choice.

I searched for it here and there but found

nothing.

Then, I felt like I was drowning in the silence.

And all alone, there was I sitting.

 

I stood up, climbed the stairs in my heart,

and found the most beautiful art.  

I could not even recognize the race-

by staring at their veil and grace.

Still, I wished to watch them all my life,

to capitalize, to prioritize and to strive.

 

And suddenly, I emerged out of the silence,

to find the world full of the same old violence.


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