I:am very sleepy
I am very sleepy
Let me sleep peacefully for the last night…
The drone’s wings are beating fast
My heart is pounding
Tatiana Merozova’s heart is pounding
I can hear her heart’s cry
I can hear the voice of her dumb boy’s chest
The ribs of my chest are breaking out like a hundred cursed drones
The ribs of my chest are breaking out like the petrified mercury of the Pituitary
Will I ever be able to count the number of stars in this last night’s sky and say –
The warring people of Ukraine are waiting for the new moon to rise Will he be able to sing a song of love?
Tatiana Morozova will the child son who has become mute ever sing the song of the rising of the new moon?
Will I be able to tell this minor planet the story of a night without war?
On the night of my last meeting with Death, Death did not tell me that. Death recited some very strange verses to me – it happened literally…..
Now I can only remember Saddam and Iraq
About the anguish of some American heroines on the day of Saddam’s execution – who cried a lot.
I am very sleepy.
I am very sleepy.
Let me sleep peacefully for the last night…
Will I ever be able to dig into the open battlefield of the Ukrainian war and bring back the body of Morozova’s life partner?
From this century, no one will be a war soldier anymore.
Someone will be a straw in someone’s map-making workshop No – No one
No one will suffer from the crisis of losing their father in the war like Morozova’s child son
No one will ask his mother to find a life partner again
Or will cry alone when he sees someone new next to his mother
He will not be afraid when he sees the footprints of the White House shoes on his walking path or get angry and wipe the footprints of his shoes
The people in the neighborhood will be busy calling everyone
Hearing the cooing of the doves, no one will wonder if someone has died in someone’s house
Tatiana will not wonder if the history of war is lying
Although the history of India’s independence is full of confusion
Soviet history is even more confusing
The sleep of many Red soldiers in the shadow of the Chinese Red Revolution is not just a sleep of fatigue
The people of Vietnam do not only read fake history –
Because fake desires were not written on Ho Chi Minh’s beard
The White House is a skillful war Despite being craftsmen, the Vietnam War was a curse for them.
Ho Chi Minh learned war skills from the Vietnamese people.
Whether the history of the 1971 War of Independence was not resolved by the foolish Bengalis – or the Liberation War – was not resolved…..
The enemies and allies of World War II have been painted on a broken plate….
Yet Einstein cried to death under the torment of conscience –
How much peace beggars Japan has become by hiding the face of Hiroshima and Nagasaki – The Japanese answer to this
Why didn’t they even ask for a story – From the mothers and fathers of the state
Or did the birds of Japanese myth memorize the voices of mosquitoes before mass extinction
The story of the birth of the United Nations, the factory of world peace
No son of a bastard knows
What kind of tax can anyone calculate and tell –
A few cases of world unrest Secretary General Babu gave the gift of peace settlement
No minor knows – White House doesn’t want it@
The United Nations surrenders its body like a helpless girl
The news headlines don’t mention its disgrace
Or it deliberately puts its lips near the lips of a dragon
The eyes of those who get the veto power of the peace meeting
The victory of Lanka shines in their eyes
But the story of the author of the book called Peace was not told by their great-grandparents….
Excellent, wonderful, everyone is thinking about everyone
But when did the bird called Peace die
Was it post-mortem or not
The good news of the doctor and the dome’s whispers, the thin-bellied aunt of the neighborhood did not tell it anywhere…..
It remained a mystery whether the pacifist peaceful boys and girls conducted a silent corpse procession or not
It was not known whether it could be brought or not, it will never be known….
I am very sleepy
I am very sleepy
Let me sleep peacefully on this last nigh….
Give me the opportunity to kiss Tatiana Morozova’s forehead twice
Give me the opportunity to kiss the dry cheeks of her son who has become mute due to grief
I will go to the markets of Mithila or Medina to buy peace – peace is sold cheaply in the markets of high price
Then I too will be saved from the turmoil of war
The war-weary couples long for a night of marriage
The desires see the dreams of marriage
I am a poor sow, we are as much to blame….
I have learned as much luxury as I have not learned
It takes a mother to teach luxury – she is not there
It takes a lover to teach luxury – she is not there
Give me two women to meditate on luxury
I will bring you a peace free from war….
@ To be continued
