Today someone may present his resignation to enjoy his life fullest.
Some lady today may stand up against the oppression against her.
Some loving couple might flee to enjoy their life together from now.
There might be rain in the evening, but, the morning clouded sunny
The noon should be like this like a trailer for some upcoming Summer movie.
Now at this moment words piggybacking on thoughts in search of a poem.
At this moment, down the street, the stray dogs are playing around.
The street is busy now; this is the rush hour for office and schools.
Somewhere at the mean the while, in southern Bangladesh, my neighbor,
There’re children fighting for their laughter;
Surviving by fighting suppressing their tender age
Somewhere, in some place of Syria, a mother is ruminating on her child’s loss
(And) at mean the while somewhere in the footpath of Kolkata a mother ruminating
On her child’s meal; boiling in the blacked sooted haari the fat blacked rice minced with
dust; her child, if more than one year old, playing nearby in the dust or picking up the
rags and wastage or washing the plates or waiting the table or apprenticing the local tea-
shoppers or performing as the beggar, hungry and desolate ones. Mean the while
vehicles passing away carrying me, us, dream hunters.
Today some may find his or her love; it may be momentary or it may be for the life.
At the mean the while a blind beggar will ask for alms; a drug addict will burn
On some foil adhesive; a police will ask for the bribe to release an innocent.
At the mean the while, somewhere a teen out of desperation will take up the gun
From the black market to release the anguish against the society, against the time
Against the negligence showered on him (or it is also a she).
At the mean the while, anywhere, in my neighbor, beyond it a plan will get hatched
To plant attacks to reinstall the fear guise in the sugar coating of this is faith..this is
religion…this is the sole duty of the birth…
At the clock ticks the tock, moments gathered to form a moment there are always
Some prefixed to thing, one, where.
One ends, another starts.
Another ends, one starts.
National Poem Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) 2018: Day#10: Write a poem of simultaneity