Poetry from Mahbub

Mahbub, a Bangladeshi author and English teacher

The Faces I Stand Before

The faces I stand before flows on the river
Like the birds flying always spreading the wings of time
I stand before the golden faces
A glow on the morning sun
I stare at and enjoy the sweet scents
Morning buds to get fully bloomed till the noon
I again and again find the star light of heaven
How can I describe my feelings I don’t know the language
My heart overflows with joy and glory
The innocent, loving and soothing to eyes
Anyone can get lost in sweet dreams
I dream in my sleep throughout the whole night
There is no touch of stigma in the face or smile
The waves of the river splash water to everybody
We can bathe and make our mind tension free
They are our asset, our future generation
Build the nation and the world
Where there will have no claim of corruption and tyranny
I always find myself in this mind blowing garden
Whose name is Class Room.

 

Firefly

It was fire flying in the air
A boy of ten standing beside
Unmindful wandering here and there
By the side of a bush with much curiosity
It was night waiting for the train
His grandfather was always beside him
Suddenly his eyes blazed
A light flying in the air he never found before
What a nice fire!
He advanced and wanted to catch
But again got afraid if he is burned
Like a star glittering the land
So fascinating charms the heart and eyes
A man walking along suddenly uttered
It’s a firefly. He heard the name before but now realized
How wonderful the light!
Glows in the darkness of the night
Today after many years
The sight reflects in my eyes too much to be bright.

 

In The Dark and Light

Clouds are swirling in the sky
All seem to be dark and gloomy
I am on my sleeping bed
My eyes are closed
All transferred to the other
I woke up and it was raining
The cloud dispersed the rain stopped
The sun reflected on my face peeping and laughing
What a wonder! I live sometimes here sometimes I die
Sometimes I flow on water sometimes I fly
Sometimes I fall down in the mirage
Clouds are whirling in the sky
It started raining
After sound sleep with sweet dream
It seemed all rosy and green, fresh and clean
The sky filled with the rainbow screen.

 

My Loving Rose

From my childhood I got my sense
Permeated among surrounding stars of the night
A light of joy played of my face
I was maddened with the scent
Early in the morning from my rose tree
Just beside the window
The rose breeze entered at the morning glow
In the early of the day so fascinating I moved on
I didn’t know the scented value, the time passed from me
It was the beginning of the day, a dewy rose just before me
I looked and looked and found myself in it
Nourishing the rose in my heart, I stood before you
It was a red rose I handed over
From then you spread the sight always jolly and enchanting
The rose played on me in my childhood.

Change

The world is getting too much
Day by day it’s going to be so nervous
Bushes and forests are replaced by new buildings and highways
Today where we see the no man’s land
Tomorrow must be covered with hundred and thousand of hands and feet
Today where we see the cultivating land
And open fields the animals grazing
The living insects surrounded with shrubs and trees
Must be planned for tomorrow’s new civilization
It throws away the love that was a bond once for all
Suddenly snatched away from one to the other
Frequently break the heart of our beloveds and lovers
Though we talk much of our promise
True love is suffocating in the new colored buildings
In every blink of eyes
Cause deaths and sufferings.


Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
04/07/2018

Poems from Mahbub

Mahbub, a Bangladeshi author and English teacher

The Victim of  Erosion

Dreams are floating on the river

Cries are pouring in the rain

It is the erosion of the river

Takes away the heart of the people

Transferred from this place to other

A place to the unknown

This is the land of rivers

All goes dry in the summer season

Have been filled with silt and sand

Go full to the brim in the rainy season

Water spread around

Devours the ground

Losing the land and property

Lament for lying in open sky

Not to find any food and shelter

Years after years this going on as usual

We are the only silent visitors

No step to remove the disaster

O dear, come and see the condition

How people pass their time in such miserable condition?

The sky calls to mingle with

Try to fly away with the wind

But they are to remain at the place

As the stagnant water

No way to pray for

Nor way to die for

No way to run for

Ah! What shows the life here?

Always cry out in silence.

 

The Days Gone By

I can reside on the glorious past

Those moments are not only the moments

Shows the light in my heart

It was the rainy season

The silence of time sweeps on the water

I caught the fishes from the ponds with the fishing lines

Oh how glittering blazed the light in my eyes

Rushed to my mother

How tasty cooked or dried!

I arranged the team at afternoon

Playing football, cricket or badminton

Came back home at the evening and took my bath

How fresh it was my mind and body

How sound the sleep slept!

Now sometimes my heart beats so high

Like to reside on the moments

So sweet, so blissful the days gone by.

 

Give Me

Give me a glass of water

I’ll quench my thirst

Give me a hand or heart

I’ll cross the bar

Give me an eye for love

I’ll find the way to run

Give me a chance to watch the world

I’ll feel fresh and it will remove all the darkness

Give me the way you don’t mean

I’ll find the right track

Give me a voice soothing or loving

I’ll sleep and find you in my sweet dream

Give me a shade to rest in

I’ll gain the power to live in the green

Give me your dictation

I’ll fill up my blank page

And try to follow them for future

Sound me the mew

I can be conscious to move

Show me the water you flow around

I’ll surely die on the vast world where

The creators will compose so many stories or novels

We’ll quench our thirst for ever.

 

Death

Death is the cloth spinning to infinity

Over the body it rounds the white piece

Removes the darkness

Death is the vortex of systematic race

Death is not the destruction

A condition to take rest

A nice farewell

We came from the unknown

We leave for the same

I want to be naked to my soul

I want to find my peace to the goal

O lord, deaths are waiting so hungrily

Through me out

Don’t cry for me, dear

We are at the same station to get into

We see ourselves in the middle of swirling wind

A certain place

I do have my belief

Our Almighty will turn us back

Getting together we must lead a peaceful happy life.

 

The Connection Tower

Facing the sky to the revolving world

You are always busy to connect us

You make the whole world together

O Tower, you catch the voice floating in the air

I am here

You are there

Not at all

We always abide by very near and dear

As lying in the same bed reflecting the image

Both paying loving eyes face to face

We all united one

O dear, you are so near my loving figure

We take our breath sighing together

Stand together, sit by, lie before the same mirror

Folding the physique, imagine the practical

Draw the virtues

Not hundred and thousand miles away from each other

We all walk hand in hand, lie in the same bed

Wake up in the morning under the same sky

O Tower, you soar to the sky

Bound our breast connecting all.


Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh

02/07/2018

Poetry from Mahbub

Mahbub, a Bangladeshi author and English teacher

Reunion

The word ‘Reunion’ is very sweet

We celebrate the word in so many ways

As the sky is decorated with so many lights

Years after years people of different section

Make the party with so many items and

Enjoy the moment head and heart

Though sudden but expected and curious

We see the recent reunion of the children with their parents

Feeling so much hilarious, joyful and emotional

Gets back a heart’s – blood to move forward

Rushing to the own place feed your children

Look Crystal Clear

There you find no bar, no chain, no hindrance

A long and wide space though living under the trees

A lesson through tension can ever be forgotten?

 

Freedom

We got freedom

Freedom to live, to say, to publish and what not

We got freedom

A freedom is so high as the sky

We got freedom from the clutch of tyranny

From the clutch of exploitation

From the use of your devil thought

You can have your dogs loving

Other pet animals useful to you

Human beings are more that

They can love you, obey you

Give you service for assistance

But he wants freedom everywhere

Any power or trick can’t defeat him

We got our freedom from Pakistan in 1971

But the fate of the common people did not change

Politicians have become more powerful making others helpless

When one minister is on the way so many jeeps run behind him

So many forces guard the one man

When many people are lying beside for want of food

When any procession goes on the way

The common die an unnatural death

We are deprived of our rights can’t say any more

They always try to hold the sits opening their poisonous teeth

We hope to see the golden Bangla in real sense

When our leaders give us the chance to sing that song?

 

Distracted Love

You went away in this ferocious mood

Never thought of that

I bought the golden sun for you

Nourished for years together

A love you can’t imagine

You went away in this tigress mood

Can it be thought any more?

You loved the one

Your heart always bent for him

O beauty, my deity, my love

I call you them so

You took sit behind him and

Went away by motorbike in the dead of night

Can it be thought before?

On the way of conversation you slapped me on my face

The world became dark to me

My whole body trembled with pain

You swam away leaving me alone on my bed

With your boyfriend waiting for you at the door

I only keep my hands on my forehead

In the meantime I see the sun rising

Morning birds surrounded all around me

Till then the sound of groaning I heard to myself

After so many years even now at this moment I can’t forget.

 

An Appeal

I like to die only loving and caring for you

My love, O my dear!

I want to get in touch of you always

Even living hundred or thousand miles away for this or that day

When my eyes will get stopped to see any more

My body will not be able to move to you

I do have my promise

To pass the whole night speaking and loving in the light of stars

Conscious, subconscious or unconscious mind for you

O my dear, behold the vast ocean

How the waves fall down one after another

My heart overflows, please advance

Hold me tight till the end ——-.

 

You Are My Poem

I never thought you would be my poem

To make a journey on the ocean, water and water

Hundreds and thousands of poems

You prevail there

You are my golden ornamental asset

Glitter in the darkness

My speech in the speechless

My sight in the sightless

My potentiality in the impotent

I fall down every time if you turn back

I become senseless if you remain silent

But sometimes silence speaks more than speeches

You are the words to flow the emotion

Through the lines of the verses

Mentality filled with the sources of glory

Lay bare in my writing script

How can I decorate?

You stand before me a complete poem.


Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh

23/06/2018