Walking on the city streets the whole day
The tired boy looked for little shelter,
Little touch of affection and a small meal.
But he got nothing, with deep pain
he left a question:
“Why are there so many sufferings in the world?”
Unknowingly I have also left the same question.
Wandering like a nomad,
I have been to the edges of the Pacific,
Touched the blue waters of the Mediterranean,
and watched the bright peak of the Alps.
Everywhere I have left the same question,
“Why are there so many sufferings in the world?”
The horizon is encircled
with the colorless shadow of pain.
Feelings of the world are mostly in deep sleep,
with little desire to wake up again.
No light is illuminated
without the spark of sorrow.
Carrying the smell of the twilight,
The tired bird of the day disappears
At the signal of an uncertain distant.
It also leaves behind the same question,
“Why are there so many sufferings in the world?”
(Dr Sahjahan Kabir is a noted scientist, poet
and writer living in Sweden)
