there are mismatched moments when
mediocrity floods the creative plain
and I am Bangladesh herself
barren, broken. and flooded
was it deep in all the left behind of
life's everyday debris
a sad, sad image of my once unsaturated self
so with borrowed bravery at my
conflicted command
the poet emerges
incandescent
equipt with but a pen and some for thought
at the ready
to wordfully sketch
the back drop to any telling event
contrast of gouged feelings
of inadequacy
or hint of prejudice
such paths all words know well
I am but the unappointed scribe
earmarked
such describer of flaws
ever to be
such a thing as
the humbled poet
with pen precariously placed
in proffered paw
attempts to incite her world
to simply think
just a little more........
(written Sept 25,2005 415am)