Equality on the Blackboard by MD. Husen reflects a deeply personal moment from school life where the ideals of equality and justice were contradicted by lived experience. The poem captures the emotional death of a young, innocent soul after facing publi
Equality on the Blackboard
Equality on the BlackboardIn twelfth, I was alone and forced to die.
What was my mistake? I don't know why.
I was unaware of the poison
That grows in the dead minds of thousands.
What was my mistake? I still ask, why?
They forced an innocent soul to die.
Their plan was ancient - written a thousand years before.
You’ll be surprised: I laughed at my own death’s door.
They didn’t kill me on some secret shore,
But in public — among my own — and even more:
When she stabbed my heart, they all laughed aloud,
And like a fool, I followed — laughing with the crowd.
I was unaware of my own death.
A friend of mine helped me take my last breath.
I was amazed, how the dead can still walk and smile,
Carrying wounds, mile after mile.
When I finally knew I had died inside,
I sought justice, with broken pride.
But what I saw left me stunned and cold —
The judge himself helped the knife to be sold.
Who teaches non-violence, yet walks with a knife?
Who speaks of equality, yet ends a life?
I died not by a hand, but by a lie —
Poetry by MD. Husen
Written on 2026-02-05 at 16:57
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