At the world end

১৩ ই নভেম্বর, ২০১৩ রাত ১২:৪৩

I hit the road with no passerby to run around,

And the night was like the road-pitch black;

Having thunder bolts like white strips on it.

Winds are whirling around and leaves are circling

with deafening noise,

Like fruit mix in a juicer.

The tree branches were moving back and forth

As a witch ruthlessly whips her lash and the tress were shaking like old shabby man.

I was lying on the midst of the road;

Waiting for the cool drops of rain-

O rain, pure holy water from sacred grail of the heaven

Amassed dripping tears from virgin souls at time of prayers!

Come, fall upon me and wash away my sins.

I wanted to resurrect, guiltless breath in the sun.

I waited, waited and waved my head towards vast unknown sky

But no shower came!

Mighty Satan laughed like a squeaking mouse.

But a whisper inside jabbed me to stand,

It was me, who chose the road,

Neither I was ready nor was this the end of the road.

I should walk till the journey end or met with my guardian angel

At the next crossroad!!

13.11.2013; 00:21 A.M

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