My Chest is Thirsty
Lord, you have given light to my eyes,
Yet why do I see darkness,
My chest is thirsty,
Only cries wake up.
The rhythm of life has stopped due to suffering,
The anxious soul trembles with fear,
Conflict inside and outside,
I wander around in tears and pride,
A Bedouin,
Smeared with the poison of betrayal,
Burning myself.
Manik Chakraborty was born in 1966 in Feni district
of Bangladesh. He has been writing since childhood. Currently, he is writing in
many countries of the world as an international poet. He has received awards
from Arab Europe Asia countries more than a hundred awards. In addition,
he edits six magazines. The number of published books is twelve.
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