I Am Who I Am
So many flowers are in bloom
So many people are passing by
I am a flower watching you all
Though some of you watch me
Some go away without care
I am a candle giving light
Burning myself to spread white
There are many cactuses in my garden
Entwined with thorns
But its green colour attracts us all
We become enchanted
From Bangladeshi bush
I am blowing in the wind
You look or not
I am on my side
You can see me crazy
You can find me
Wandering from door to door
Of home and office.
On My Decay and Doom
Day by day I am going to decay
Losing my strength
At one place I’ll finish my time
I can’t deceive you my dear
Love you from the core of my heart
You are my half, I am yours
Mingling with two we are one
You can see me on the footage
Where cherry flowers are shining
Nothing is so charming as this doom
O my friend best luck of you
Round your head wear the garland
Be happy in every step to ahead
The Sound of a Falling Rose
Sometime I hear the sound of a rose
Falling from the tree
Sometime in my subconscious mind
I hear the sound of voice
Whom I loved too much
Not we are here but at far distance
Regarding our time and place
Though situation does not support
We come closer, become near
Like a petal of a rose
Fall on the land
As no one can hear the sound
You descend on me
And whisper of the love we made
The sound of a falling rose.
My Unseen beloved
That you went away
Did not come back
I lost your voice so long
You are with the existence of my world
I talk with the objects of nature
You talk to me, my voice
And I utter a long name of you
After a short break
You again appear
Like a ghost you come to me
And start to play my darling
Though not I see you, my beloved
You are too much with me.
When I sit down to write a poem
When I sit down to write a poem
I lose my strength of writing
When I stand before you
I lose my sense of power to speak
I become numb and dumb
Not to be able to walk even
In my garden of flower, in my yard,
On the balcony of my room
To watch the green leaves of the tree
And the birds go away and come back to me
I lose my power to watch
Reality is so harsh and hard
When I hear the news
one is murdered on the way
again the next day after that
I get the same news
I lose my power of body to move
I think and get no other way to remove
Only to remorse and be sympathized with the death.
Balubagan, Chapainawabganj
O6/10/2015