Every day losing something
from courage to faith
from morality to death.
Hardship is lost
leave no memories
Some blow trumpets
afar in glory.
Grounds are rotten
with bulk of corpse
Streets are vacant
for a noble cause.
History speaks stop
dreaming over burials
Longing for justice
not less than trivial.
Still the Sun rises
still the Earth rotates
Birds are free
but men encaged.
Believe on miracles
that may happen
Lost is not lost
just a spreading game.
Sejuti Chowdhury
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