Poetry Corner

Empty echoes of eternity

Md Saifuddin Al Quaderi

In these moments of solitude

when thoughts fill up the mind

in between puffs of smoke,

I remember, I remember... something of you.

Then again that thought passes into oblivion.

Like the echoes 

that reflect in an empty room waiting to be filled,

like when they fade away,

your voice fades away in a similar manner.

I wonder why the soothing feels so unsettling.

Perhaps, perhaps it is I who forgot to take

another puff of you while there were

still seconds left in the clock of eternity.

The writer is a wannabe scholar studying at 

Notre Dame University Bangladesh