O My Heart
Your words will live with me all my life
Your gesture and posture
Thoughtfulness and care
Glitter my heart all the way
You are my glory, my sweet heart
You are my soil, half of the circle
Fails the energy to move the elements
If not there your sweet voice
When I am in touch of you
It rings bell to open the door
Or like the cat sleeping beside me
Under this warm blanket or mattress
Never pushed back
Again and again peeping at her
On the door
O my boss, O my heart.
Hope for the Sun
When unpleasant everything in life
You hold a torch before me
Whispering in my ears
Spread your hands
Are not actually visible
But more than its visibility
Just like we breathe
And move to each other
Grows a spiritual power in me
I started my journey in a windy path
But it was straightforward
So many wounded so many deaths I met there
Growling and moaning; mothers,
Fathers, sisters, brothers, relatives and neighbors
Bleeding from the blast miles after miles
Though it’s difficult, I got there
Bleated feebly and turned back with bleary eyes
This bleak winter day must change into spring
May the swirling mists turn into clear sun.
A Vagabond Hen
Everyday a black-feathered hen
Comes to my roof after setting the sun
From when it continues the matter I did not know
I guessed that all on a sudden
One day early in the morning, while opening the door
I saw it
An unknown, fully unfamiliar sight
From where does it come to my roof?
A matter of joy and also worried about
Is it a hen or anything else?
In the meantime it began to walk
And call its morning pray
Like ground stuff it wonders
Here and there around my home the whole day
But where does lay eggs?
It lays eggs in others place
My roof is surrounded with varieties of flower trees
So far as it to say there is invisible connection
Between the flower trees and the hen
I only see from a corner
What a built-in love to each other!
Transforming to the Mars
It has no question of veracity
The feelings of different times in a year
Cold, warm, hot, burning, gasping
Rainy and mild weather
Round the year
We are bound to face the taste of the bitter
Some trembles in fear
Some enjoys the dear
We rush to mingle in verdure
At our exhausting hour
Stephen Hawking looks into the space
Find a path to make a journey
We think to transform living in the Mars.
Look Behind
‘Look behind’ someone coming silent to me say
Please, my dear friend ‘Look behind’.
I opened my eyes and tried to look back
Just two thousand two
I was in a busy room
All on a sudden I found
My eyes stopped to see
Anything before me
It was totally in darkness fell in
But felt in the off body
Breath taking was on going
How could I say I am living?
I was totally in another world
Nothing to have in me
Then anyway later I became
As usual as before
I opened my eyes and survived
Now at this time I think
I have died fourteen years ago
Though it seems to be a miracle to me
I am live.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
18/01/2017