COCOON
  
Author: SOHEL KARIM




        You are going to ask me questions.
	Green, brown and yellow questions.
	Questions that I do not understand.

	I hear your voices, smooth, sophisticated,
	Mixed with powerful vocabularies.
	And I say to myself,
	"You are far, far away from frozen Everest."

	You see, I do not have exalting gallantry
	That you have so much in abundance.
	Your confident, winning smile
	Freaks me out, top to bottom.
	I feel you are hiding a diabolic boar,
	Beneath your lilting mood, charming attitude.
	
	I ask the permission from the distant star,
	To let me cry, alone, in solitude.

	You see, I flee from war,
	Ducking my head in a fetus position. 
	Shouting, cursing in an open field
	Gives me headache,
	Tarantula creeps on my sweating backbone.
	I hesitate for a moment, or two 
	Then I evoke my only weapon, against you.
	Silence.

	It is a colorless, thick and viscous silence
	Wraps me, all over my soul,
	I try to utter a word, desperately,
	Pushing hard to get me out of this cocoon
	Of  restless darkness.
	And I die, once more.