The Journey Of Forty Camels Poem by Mamunur Rahman Kayes

slave of cave,
Bottomless, ceaseless
Hard and hurdler darkness
The Mighty formless;
Never come and go, ks
Under the war, the war;
That could be broken apart
With no weapon
with no measures.
Cruel man takes the land;
Where purple blood flies around
To the haunts of the town, ks,
Whacks on the door of trite men
Killing bitterly last butterfly
Of rainbow,
Wounded heart cries always in the cage of man
Without clop
Without tears.
Life even so never gives over, ks;
Life is going a long
Like the journey of forty camels.