Saturday, December 27, 2014

Paradise Lost


The silken canopies of azure and white were overcast by an infernal canvas of Hell-fire and Brimstone; kites of our childhood no longer adorn them and the lone woodpecker never flutters across them, overtaken by wings of iron; hedgerow shrubs of strawberry and aster replaced by entanglements of barbed-wire and razor.

It was the sudden death of youth’s innocence: the scorching hot barren wasteland, its morbid sepulcher;
the great south-eastern wall, a colossal tombstone.



— Fahim Ferdous Promi

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