The Bubbling Words
I can’t say any word to please your heart
I know I always stagger on the sandy land
My river dries up
The boat touches its bottom
In this vague consequence
I only bubble
Feel like joyous at your jolly face
Glows with an excitement
It’s my mother’s lap walks me forward
I hobble and bubble
It’s my mother’s hand rising high
Charms the world I laugh and cry.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
11/11/2019
The Hungry Falcon
The hungry falcon is just waiting
Waiting for the little body
The little dying baby dashing down on the ground
Only after some moment the bird will satisfy its belly
The torn dry leaves scattered around
None but the falcon stands by
O hunger, who are you?
The world is bursting out
Pathos drops into our soul
We enjoy our days
So many ways
The dying baby is going to close its eyes
Lying on the ground
The hungry falcon is just waiting.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
11/11/2019
The Horseshoes
Who likes to spend the time all for the shoes?
To be nailed in the hoof of a horse
Beaten and trodden rubbing out the skin
Bleeding and throbbing
Struggling with the forswears
Nothing smiles over
Heart, always cries for what?
Rivers continue to dry up
Birds migrate to the others
Heaven burns with fires
Devils take over the charge
Satan rules the earth
After being pastured the day long
Just reaching the nest all my pigeons, hens and cocks die
Can we see the bleeding humanity?
The horseshoes can’t last too long.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
14/11/2019
The Overwhelming Night
The night appears too long
It moves me more often than not
The soft wind was blowing
The clear moon was shinning
Feeling so glad
Twinkling the stars on my face
The silence of the night spoke to me hissing
Like an angel
Instantly it started to feel the heart scared and trembling
Nothing to see as eyes closed not to play hide and seek
Sleeping eyes feeling joy in fear
In the shinning moonlit long with my grandfather
In the abyss of silence I felt the overwhelming night to the bone.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
14/11/2019
The Heart Speaks before
The eyes of the hyenas
Devour me every moment
My rolling stake
This muddy heart always swings in
You can see on the face
But I feel like touchy
When you move on telling
‘O soft hearted dear,
You are so loving
I can see the light spreading over.’
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
14/11/2019