The Human
-Md Jahid
Human is a wandering river, flowing in dreams untold,
Drowning in silent teardrops, yet burning in wounds of gold.
Behind each gentle laughter, a hidden grief may lie,
Still it searches for sunlight, while embracing a wordless cry.
Born amid restless voices, buried in quiet clay,
Between those two brief moments—who truly finds the way?
Some carry blooming flowers, some storms within their breast,
Yet all seek one small shelter, a heart where they may rest.
Human is a vessel aflame, forged in fear and fire,
Bearing a thousand ruins, yet dying in love’s desire.
At times an unseen angel, at times a raging sea,
On Earth’s eternal stage it plays—yet fades silently.
In the portrait of the Unseen, it stands—the hardest art,
Human is a question carved, with no answer to impart.