”Street Child”
Author: Mahmudul Islam Rahan
There is sorrow where there is
Everything is pressed between the chest.
in the friction of gunpowder
various species of burning
in that fire
Our chest is only burning.
inhuman life
I have kept my life in the street child.
Where is humanity today?
Where is the city of that color?
Let's Go Life Of Yellow Card
Like the blink of a bird.
We are street children
Die in the hands of humanity.
At an nude at the speed of the evening
When the night is in the spurt
station passenger canopy
We are looted by sleep.
Silence huddled in the night
Row on a corner of the floor.
silly
This is how every day of life is spent.
in a gentle light of nature
In the sound of vehicles contaminated.
in the hustle and bustle of human
The morning blooms in our silence.