An assistant of lawyer comes to Moulvibazar court every day,
sees people of different colours
some are black, some dark completion, few white
they're men, women, young, children, infants
of which, some are short, some, medium tall,
a few, abnormal tall
This doesn't crave him
HE only pins down them everyone every day
and every single second
Of them who tells truth, who lies.
The assistant never helps them point out
why they're telling lies or truths,
never try to pitch beyond it
He only sees them
The people sit with LIES
truth smiles staying next to a layer
The lawyer tells nothing but acts to smile
SEEN the court coughs up the people
who's beneath the tree
on the other side of the court road,
and gets wet with rain
City people peeping through the window,
no rain anywhere in Moulvibazar
LIES sit on the city with a heavy load
In midnight does the city cough harshly
No one sees
Hamid Rayhan
Poet, Fiction Writer
30 July 2015
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