He lies.
He lies with his smile like those gloomy days
when he fell from the sky and begged for grace.
'May God bless my soul', even it was useless.
When Night stabbed him and Days tortured him,
Or love and hell never heard of his sins.
He wailed and smiled, he always did.
He swore he would never die in vain,
until he realized that he was in pain.
And he stopped and stood in the rain.
Waited for a bouquet of roses and poems.
Fatahul Nizam
21 III 2013
Block C
