Poetry from Mahbub

Author Mahbub
Mahbub

Tiredness

My sorrows never stopped
I always drink water of sorrows
In the open sky
Here the world always shrinks into
Here the people are walking by
We care for what we don’t
We love for what we actually not
But we are to stay, we are to stand
Feed our children and our beloved
So I have a duty
Regular presence of my physic
You find me so tired
Though I should take preparation for the next.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
24/05/2019

It resonates, resonates

It resonates, resonates
The whispering, murmuring sound of the rivers, the oceans
It sparkles all around the waves to the sky where it mixes
I stumble; fumble but stride to the sand
Try my heart and soul without any fear or joy
The waters roaring, the air so hissing
Throughout this atmosphere I started my journey
Knowing that never to find any destination to steer
I lost in the love boat of you
Here nobody you can see but lots of sign
The love nights filled with so much heavenly joy
Every waves of the waters today resonates the sound ‘LOVE’
Though never to get in touch
It’s more than that.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
24/06/2019

A Death Scene of the Crow

Suddenly the crow heading down into the spokes

Just opening my eyes to the highway

Swings, rolling into wheel

The boy paddling the bi-cycle

Instantly got down and brought the bird back on the ground

Watching left and right

I rushed to the spot

The crow was dying jumping over and down

Just like the cocks and hens or other birds are done for cooking

It flies here and there and over trees after trees

And comes down to the wastes they like to eat

A cleaner or sweeper of our towns or cities

But not to the spoke the head turns into

It is Death- not permits the air to survive.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
24/06/2019

The Love Sight

The farmers cultivate the land

Grow crops and feed the people all over the world

The cultivation of the womb just like that

Where the adults perform the best as lovers

Builders of nation, of civilization

We see the blood shedding for the new

The water pouring for the new

You can say ‘yes’ or ‘not’

Dwindling on the earth

The sons and daughters

The fathers and mothers

Always seekers –one from the others

Every moment we see the morning dew

On every blade of the grass

How time does fly!

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
24/06/2019

We Have a Faith

Today’s burning sun calms down tomorrow

Today’s heat-stroke can make us murmur rippling over the silent river body

If there is no earthquake, no landslide

And no cyclone causing so many deaths, howling crawling

Today’s burning sun calms down tomorrow

Today’s heat-stroke can make us murmur rippling over the silent river body

If there is no smoke and fire over head burning so far

Causing coals to animals, trees and humans spreading over and wide

Today’s burning sun calms down tomorrow

Today’s heat-stroke can make us murmur rippling over the silent river body

If there is no man made crisis for which you and I

Always face to face to mock and cry

Today’s burning sun calms down tomorrow

Today’s heat-stroke can make us murmur rippling over the silent river body

If there is no political handicap or bankruptcy to the area

Making the commons die for

Today’s burning sun calms down tomorrow

Today’s heat-stroke can make us murmur rippling over the silent river body

If there is no oppression to any part of the world throwing atomic bombs

Causing deaths and suffering making history of the pathetic moments

Today’s burning sun calms down tomorrow

Today’s heat-stroke can make us murmur rippling over the silent river body

If there is no falsifying love and sexual harassment

Causing barbaric deaths and hallucination 

Today’s burning sun calms down tomorrow

Today’s heat-stroke can make us murmur rippling over the silent river body

Though the sun is too hot

We have a long faith

It must rain and cool the earth.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
06/07/2019