False city.
A life of deceit and lies
False city.
____By Aranna Hasan Delwar.
In the sky there is no sun, no color, no love
Don't look for that sky. I Do Hate All Them.
There is no love in the city. There is only moaning!
Do not call me in that city. I will not return.
In the river that comes no more waves. There is only silt
I will not go down that river. Do not wash colored Holi.
The face no longer has a face. The face is where the mask is
I will not look at that face anymore. I will not seek any happiness.
A world that knows the truth, cruel is also good
I will burn a thousand lights in the chest of that world.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Aranna Hasan Delwar and writers in Poets and other communities.
Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 6 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.