A poor soul

Hakikur Rahman

A poor soul, asked the eternity-

Can you tell me,

Where is my destiny?

The eternity jingled, mingled

Laughed, puffed

And said, why should I tell you,

In comparison to me

You are so tiny!

The poor soul, finding the response

Cried a lot, but silently

And asked thyself

For an appropriate answer-

Later on realized

The cruelty of fate,

And, thereafter

Remained silent forever.