Camaraderie

The world is budging briskly
on the wings of time
taking loads of good stuff away
making vivacity quiescent.

Now the sky stays misted up
but rain drops don’t splash down.
Now it rains, nonetheless,
on earth in crimson panicky.

I would get rain-soaked
felt thrilled, sleeted.
Rain drops drenched attires,
over and above the hearts.

Now I don’t get saturated
in fear of malady
as seasons don’t behave
with solemn synchronization.

The grass in the orchard
doesn’t hang on to dews;
it shudders if they carry
microbes to append the fatal.

The fissure is widening.
It’s high time the peace
were reinstated through love.
Let’s yell for camaraderie.

By Mohammad Shafiqul Islam

Shahjalal University of Science and Technology

Bangladesh