~~
A wreath was
made in this garden
which I was left
on your feet
I tuned up all
in the world of music
will this burn clear
after the death
  
when you went through
I wrote a song
in the dark
Though as much as
I drink nectar
will ever this insatiable thirst
be satisfied without you

You kept best in tune
Ah! Ever it honey
Today the pain is lorn
If any foreseeable Regret
Even the river,
Flowing beyond

I know, you do not turn
do not play that song again
But the heart
wants a little bliss
I'm wandering lonely
In the obsessed of
known tunes
Stand at the gloom night's
On the shore of the past

~~  
~মুশফিক উস সালেহীন

his mind was filled with thunderclouds,
that were holding in sadness and pain,
so he screamed out loud,
and let his words pour out like rain.

I closed the door.
Falling to my knees,
head in my hands
and I wept.
I shook.
And I rocked.
And I wept.

The world fell silent,
and dark.
The blood seeped through my clothes.
Burning scarlet.

The arrows embedded so deep.
Deep into my flesh.
Piercing flesh and organs.
Each a death blow.
And I wept..

The arrows stood out from me,
proud and valiant.
Poison tipped.
Bringing about my demise.
And I wept..

And in this silent world,
the voices came.
And one by one
the arrows were taken from me.
Tearing skin from flesh,
flesh from bone.
And in my agony,
I wept..

The ground,
a pool of my blood.
Pouring carmine.

But the voices remained.
Whispering prayers.
Words to heal.
Songs of kindness and hope.
Lullabies of peace.

And in time,
there became a comforting stillness,
and a moment of light.
An ember.
Blew upon
with the breath of kind hearts.

And in that moment,
I had hope.
I felt loved.
And I will remain.

My wounds will heal.
My skin will be marred for all time.
But I will remain.
I will stand up and smile once more.
I will be happy for my time.

Opening the door,
to do battle once again.