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By: Shariful Alam

By Shimran AlamPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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The smell in the air.

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Shariful Alam.

5th May / 2021

Hudson / New York

United States.

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Man no longer has great horse speed

Find people now

Cheetah Cheetah friend, father, mother, dear relatives,

Cheetahs are burning, cannabis smoke is all over India

The soul sighs in the fire of the cheetah

Disaster night, some foxes, dogs guarding Atmanada

But the governments of the world

False moonlight is being sown in the last frontier

Who will take the responsibility of human birth today?

Gray faded ash all around today,

The people of the world have never seen so many deaths before

Happiness, peace, locality, city, city

Where there is no pendamic today.

I now see in the cheetah a bunch of hair, wrists, nails

My protest inside the chest,

Some bodies are wrapped in polythene

Throwing away like dirt,

There is no yard now covered with soil

There are no basil trees, no people at the janaza

The final process is now closed

The town or the village is now only for the souls.

The sky is now dark with crows

Corona is playing weird games with people like monsters.

Corona is now running very fast in Central Asia,

I want some more fun

I want some more transparent people.

The fearless vultures of 1971 are now flying to the house of clouds

Ahazari of people.

There is no sound of tears now

The blue of the sky is now in smoke

Shots are fired from the clouds here and there

Let him die.

People don't have armored souls now, there is no red afternoon

Survivors are now skeptical

My old heart also hurts

There is a thutthuri lokalke batasi

When to ride in a white chariot with the smell of soda.

Cannabis is now a cannabis in upward persecution

The most dangerous

Some aloof people

Like marble, they look for holes in the ground.

Today, people all over the world are helpless to microorganisms

No oxygen, no cremation system, no funeral

Only the primitive scent now in the air,

Ha ha, don't laugh like a dictator

Like constant illness, my scope also increases.

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Shariful Alam.

5th May / 2021

Hudson / New York

United States.

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