Sakibur Rahman Arnob
Have a look at the delicacies and subtlety of the sacred ground,
Sometimes dripping rain soaks the moist texture,
Irregular foliages keep growing and withering all year round,
And the encumberment of dust, grime and dirt form a pressure.
I am immersed here, enshrouded by bleak soils of horror, six feet under
Decomposing and perishing for eternity while mortcloth covers my body and face,
Undergoing the conclusive miseries of damnation that no mind can ponder,
The sins of profane immorality are entombed with me in my burial place.
I am buried down in a desolating ground of anguish and devastation,
Weeping and exclaiming the dread of perpetual hellish chastisement.
No one above the land hears my cries of sadistic perturbation
Worms infest and my sinful flesh putrefies in this horrendous punishment.
My grave is a fathomless mountain of everlasting flame.
My hands are tied to the neck and my neck is tied to the feet,
My tainted soul endures severe incessant tortures in this frame,
Conclusive retribution after numerous years of agnostic conceit.
Give ear to the unearthly cries and the somber clamors of my excruciating melancholy.
My stained soul is confined under the wrathful ground for eternity,
Can you discern the affliction concealed in the screams that are so unholy?
On the eve of doomsday, it will be sentenced into the flames of raging intensity.
The unforgiving soil chains my bones into a diabolical confinement,
The sun’s gleam doesn’t reach, lofty winds do not caress my cadaver.
My soul is screaming and groaning for impunity from this stagnant environment;
Through the ravening darkness I scream for release, while in mourning they gather.
In the blackened stillness, veiled by an unpigmented sheet of decrees,
I am concealed below the ground and putrefying for eternity
Can no one discern my lamentation and feelings of unease?
My tainted soul will incessantly burn in fires of atrocity.
Confined in a tenebrous atmosphere, I continue to convey my pain,
Carrying excruciating pains and miseries, I screech but no one seems to hear.
Fires that have been burning for years will incinerate me again and again.
On account of this affliction, I keep on screaming year after year.