Snare
SNARE
By Quazi Johirul Islam
I am back to New York after four days
She embraced me with her wide opened arms
Offered love but I don’t find the old charms
I’m back, in an unknown place no one stays.
Someone must have raped my beloved town
Scars are palpable on her subtle face
I'm shocked who took away the green-glace
She is pale and her esteem is so down.
I have found upside down gold-finch-body
Holding sky by her dried and tinny feet
No one else but the death has offered greet
Precious one became now cheap and shoddy.
Chilly air whispers death now everywhere
Evil vibe in the dark I feel the snare.
New York, USA. 6 March 2019
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