Different Births

Different Births
-Rehanul Hoque

The first birth
Passed on heaps of sand and dust
The warm scribblings in the bluish dawn
A sudden tempest in the night
Turns the heart like a silvery paper
Inside cigarette box- broken to the core
No mourning, no shedding tears
Only sighs!

The second birth
Starts with a historic evolution
Sprawled against the grey horizon
Rests in stars and undying memories
-Years after years
Went on in worshiping your enticing face
A long walk though, empty hands
Eventually ending up in the straitened lock-up of
La Verbena.

The third birth
A rotten corpse exhumed from the grave
Unbearably foul smell makes hands taking to nose
Achievement is only spit and fie, fie
The wealth left have been conferred to others
Under strict code of transfer of ownership
-Obeyed word for word.
Even sweetheart belongs now to someone else
Now myself, only for me
With no one in and around
Growing up once again as- unattended, unidentified and unrecognized mendicant.