Inside the Smog

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Provided You Are My Sweetheart

-Rehanul Hoque

Provided you are my sweetheart
Borrowing tint from Aurora I will dye your silk
Make you wear. You will know
How much labor, exhaustion, decadence and misery
Lurk beneath a thing of beauty.

Provided you are my sweetheart
Get embellished as you wish
Hair dark, hair line as lightning
Crescent face, eyes that of a doe
Flashes of gem inscribed on coral
Artistry of a mole on the chin
36-22-34 is your secret design
You will know the numbers of Devdases and
Why Troy is laid waste?

Provided you are my sweetheart
We will roam around the ant-house
Or travel the bee colony
It is a forbidden city
What a history, what a blow in trumpet
Every cell resembles the tavern of Alhambra
My queen, you are the chieftain there
Let youth and life be lost at your feet
Maid, don’t know the reasons for acid menace?
Panorpa, is only plaything your courtship?

Provided you are my sweetheart
Being micro-organism every mummy you will sniff
Nefertiti, too young you feel
Ice age, not far
What a creation, belief, devastation and catastrophe
Like the red giants
You micro-organism, as if committing mischief lives in exile
Away to trillion light years.

Provided you are my sweetheart
I will entertain you with Fugu fish
Wearing colorful lens on eyes
You will walk the beach along 3D dimensions
You may come across false fish
In a single dive
You will get to the bottom
Deception is only a word to be found in dictionary
Lying under endless expectation.

Provided you are my sweetheart
I will accompany you to Halaku’s Baghdad and other cemeteries
Smeared on body pyramids erected on skulls and
Smelling holocaust
You will visit green fields, rain forest and land of fungi.
Very amazingly you will find numerous laws enacted
Or Hummurabi occupy one’s place
All are nothing but enigma.

Provided you are my sweetheart
Befriending butterfly you will know
Who is the father of telepathy?
How many drops have shed from the eyes of Leibnitz?
Gaining patent who wins the Nobel Prize?
No fear
Floating in the unknown sea extended up to horizon
You will feel fame is but an illusion.

Provided you are my sweetheart
I will introduce you to revolution, Marx, Engels and numerous ‘Ism’s
You will hear somebody crying aloud ‘your leader, my leader
Fatik chand, Fatik chand’
The elated leader resting in Maple tree
Drafts his next speech with cigarette on lips
‘Brothers, laying down life in honor of your leader
You become a martyr
Earth is a grand house for stupidity
If you raise me to power
We declare- Oh heavenly! Oh heavenly’!

Provided you are my sweetheart
Crossing bars of degenerated electron
You will reach Rakia, Maoun, Malakut and far away to
Lamiah- Emerald, Yakut, Scarlet gold all around!
Leaning over to a side you giggle
Look there’s earth-
A home for hopes and dejection,
Love and contention, war and revolution
Yet, where is love?

Provided you are my sweetheart
Madly you will ransack Taj mahal, Salimar bag, Rose garden and Park
Center of scholars, laboratory
Some will opine-
Love is passion or devotion
Some will term it as stuffy prison
Success in separation, ruined in union
Some will brand as endless waiting
And to someone half-love, half-dream.

Crying out love, love, love!
You will be tired.
On a sudden you will see the western sky aglow
With too fast a color
Gradually the picture melts in boundless sea
Leaves behind only water, a quivering silver
As the only memory!

After all these if you ask ‘What is love’?
Whether be my sweetheart or not
‘I don’t know’- my only answer.

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