A Magnetic Bubble
Believe me or not
You are my conventional campus
I reside on your breast all day and night
Touching my head I walk and take rest
In this dark atmosphere you are my only starry sight
Forgetfulness can only dominates
All our spirit
You are my juicy grapes
I am your honey bee
We enjoy the whole night thrilling
What a tight bond to the magnetic electricity!
There may be huge potentiality
To belong to the future
There lie before the eyes the vast waters
Beside the hilly trees
We flow and walk
No clog to separate us
A feeling with a magnetic touch
Again I say
You are my only conventional campus.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
13/09/2019
We Need For
I have no breastplate like the aegis of Zeus
I don’t have any chance to reach Dodona in the land of oak trees
Nor can I punish the oath breakers
Neither I to the liars
You had the power to hide the infidelity to your wife
You would make as many sex and love as you desire
The lord of the sky
In the Mount Olympus
The best of all gods
Today the world misses you too much
Can’t you come back?
Where humanity always cries for
In this dark gloomy night
And weather, we need lots of rain
And the rain of love, from every corner of the earth
We always need for.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
13/09/2019
A Breath of You
Your one breath of love
Can lead me unimaginable paths or above this
A fly to the sky
Like the flying fishes from the Oceans
The fins in the soft wind soars higher
The roars of the Ocean and the starry sky
The condensed of the hills or the forests
We like to lie down at any circumstances
Here is a tiger, there is a lion
A journey through the waters to the sky
A breath of you, the waving heart
A room filled in colors, no fear of any roar or chaos
Inside or outside the room.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
20/09/2019
Insomnia
Last night I went to bed
But not for a moment I could sleep
It was just all the moment I felt like
So fresh and shinned up the large tree
Rolling from branches to branches I reached my beloved
Kissed her and embracing all the ways
Came back to my bed and closed the eyes
After a long journey around my room
I find no space to cover me with a soft-silent piece of robe
Descending upon to have a sound peaceful sleep
It was a long journey of my sleep
Closing and opening of the eyes
I with your soft blowing hand on me
Wandered the whole night
In this dark space you are my light
When the sun rises the sky turns blue from the dark and white.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
20/09/2019
To See the Little Faces
They are in deep silence
Most of the time they are accustomed
To eating, playing, laughing and dancing
Loving, caring and quarrelling with each other
They spend their time shoulder to shoulder
Screaming and shouting, coming and going here to there
To find them sober sometimes I buy them chocolates and toys
What a heavenly light blows over their faces!
It’s dead of night and deep in sleep
I look at their faces
My heart sparks with joy
These beautiful flowers always smell sweet
Whether it’s dark or light
I can go through always clear.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
20/09/2019