Greg Constantine
By
Laboni Saif
My Day of Victory
When I feel I am chained,
How can I say
My land is free from opponent?
When I cannot feel safe at home
How can I go out?
To celebrate my day of victory.
My forefather ensured a safe land for me.
By fighting nine months long,
By sacrificing all their belongings,
By giving no care to thy life and or thy children.
What are my present sons doing?
Except demolishing the glory once attained.
Being sheer selfish and confiscating others right
Being shameless and leading a luxurious life.
What will I answer to my successor
When they will arrive and question
Is this the place we have to live?
Where is the glory of your victory
That once you were so proud?
What safety and morality will I leave
To ensure them a better life?
Will that be,
When I will leave
They will suffer and I will be cursed?
Then—
How can I celebrate my day of victory?
Mistakes
Mistakes are scattered in the defeated cloud
Amulet of nightmares are hanging on the body’s immure
Island of dream is burning with sigh
A lone bird keeps ashes in their eyes
In the arm of injured afternoon
Mistakes compose a new tune
Dreams are sleepless in the painful night
Like moon is lifeless reflecting no light
Once dreams and incubus walked side by side
Like two parallel lines, never meet in one point
Now rain sings bleak song
My afternoons are alone
In the side pillow of mistake
Nightmare begets white sigh
I look at them with ashes eye…
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