Wail of Treason in the Sky By Arif Moinuddin

Wail of Treason in the Sky

Arif Moinuddin

 

Wail of treason waves in the sky,

resonance of echo has propagated as cry

navigating the way of fifty – six thousand square miles

stagnating the sail at the Tungipara sky.

Lying on the mesmeric ground of this greyish earth

following the way of time from a duodecennial to century

I am enumerating every moment of the day – month – year.

 

Crossing your knavish edge,

I have risen above the treacherous conspiracy.

Today, I am beyond the reach.

Setting the sacrilege aside

I am also sustaining the flag of our pulsating essence.

Gleaning, at least, my inborn identity,

Sensing the eternity of solitude –

I have bestowed the weaving wheel of fortune on you

by the rhythm of red in the grace of green.

Who will comeagain in any rising dawn

taking the edge off prevalent obstruction –

This countdown is my designed destiny.

 

Today, they have been recoiled who had conveyed me here

dealing underhand to usurp by their treasonous impulse.

Valuing the valiant voyage,Bangladesh has secured a center

named the Holy Tungipara.