A Metal Disc For The Night Poem by jewel mazhar

Copper falls from your outsize sun;
You are a mute robber;
One-eyed, born-blind.

Once in your slumber you came across
An uninhabited house on the slope of a hill.


Plenty of gold and platinum
In its abandoned garage you found
Where glitters of copper, cobalt and nickel dormant lie.


Last night clouds gathered fast on corrugated roofs.
You, the thief, stealthily bagged them all
And took a path that darkens in twilight.


For your own you made a nickel bust in silence
Then you got it hanging from sky's invisible hook
Like an after-school bell
Utterly mute and dead!


Time and again you bent it like an arch
Time and again the drunken earth,
- -An easy prey- got impaled
On your arrows and prickly spikes


Then in a windy night an anonymus general
From an unknown land
Came on his fast and nimble pygmy horse
Only to set free and float the disc on the milky way.


With its new-found freedom the disc
Wore a cloud's mask and took to wings
Like a magic cap that glides through different winds.

[December 19,2016, Khilgaon Taltola, Dhaka]