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I so desire— That hand which will rise against my brother, That hand which will shed my brother’s blood, Let me break that hand. Let me burn his entire city— Let blood and tears fall every moment. I so desire— Let me tear that mouth which speaks lies, Those eyes that look upon my brother with hatred, Let me pluck out those eyes. Let me set fire to his mirror— So that he sees himself As nothing but scorched black and red scratches. I so desire— That soil where my brother’s blood has mingled, Let me turn that soil over— From bottom to top, So all darkness rises into light. That road which dragged him away, Let me crush the bricks of that road, In every grain let me weave flowers of curse. I so desire— That sky which watched in silence, Let me extinguish its stars. That wind which heard the screams yet stayed quiet, Let me hang a garland of thorns around its neck. And that night which shut its eyes— Let me force it to blaze like day, Until it confesses— “Yes,I have seen. I have known.” But— When I break, When I burn, When I scream— “Blood for blood!” Just then,I suddenly freeze. Because my brother’s serene face, His unspoken language of forgiveness, Holding my hand,whispers— “No…no… Fire is not answered with fire, Darkness is not answered with darkness.” Still— I so desire. My desire remains Like a crumbling wall, Like an extinguished matchstick, Like a scream— That never escaped. Where rage and love In the same tune Weep silently.
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
I So Desire
I so desire— That hand which will rise against my brother, That hand which will shed my brother’s blood, Let me break that hand. Let me burn his entire city— Let blood and tears fall every moment. I so desire— Let me tear that mouth which speaks lies, Those eyes that look upon my brother with hatred, Let me pluck out those eyes. Let me set fire to his mirror— So that he sees himself As nothing but scorched black and red scratches. I so desire— That soil where my brother’s blood has mingled, Let me turn that soil over— From bottom to top, So all darkness rises into light. That road which dragged him away, Let me crush the bricks of that road, In every grain let me weave flowers of curse. I so desire— That sky which watched in silence, Let me extinguish its stars. That wind which heard the screams yet stayed quiet, Let me hang a garland of thorns around its neck. And that night which shut its eyes— Let me force it to blaze like day, Until it confesses— “Yes,I have seen. I have known.” But— When I break, When I burn, When I scream— “Blood for blood!” Just then,I suddenly freeze. Because my brother’s serene face, His unspoken language of forgiveness, Holding my hand,whispers— “No…no… Fire is not answered with fire, Darkness is not answered with darkness.” Still— I so desire. My desire remains Like a crumbling wall, Like an extinguished matchstick, Like a scream— That never escaped. Where rage and love In the same tune Weep silently.
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shoaib005
25/M/Rangpur, Bangladesh
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
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