Dengue Fever
The whole country is attacked
Not at all a negligible sigh
I always fear, O dear
Can’t fly to thee
The world is trembling with fever
Stay here a spirit alive or dead
Don’t cry but always beat the heart
Suffers from the temperature
Fall in and die, in an epidemic form platelets hunger
Garbage after garbage along with the unconsciousness
We passed our days long
Tired off the mood
Take a chance the Aedes, a yellow-fever mosquito
The little or the young or the old
Groaning on the bed day and night
Breathe the last and leave the earth forever
Reflects the spirit nobody tries to
A single bite of Aedes
What lesson does it teach?
If our eyes are open not to see
And consciences stopped to speed the gear
How can we live, how can we see the earth anymore
O dear, can you hear?
The bubbling words just before the last wink of the eye.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
23/08/2019
To the Brim
Throwing and growing
Living and dying
Laughing and crying
Days are passing
Loving and caring
Make a space for both of us
See the horizon
Reach the earth’s summit
Look for what is not
Wish to have years more to touch
But time stands like the hilly lands
To the eyesight, for body and mind
Dull and dim
On the gulf with a ball
Soars higher and higher
A gleam to the brim.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
24/08/2019
Rawhide Life
The seasonal rawhide business, damn
A life of a diseased person
On the bed silent to die
From time I can sense the price
This goat or cow rawhide
Never fall down like this time, Eid-ul-Azha
Many people dug them into the soil
Many throw away beside the roads
Instead of selling
For a bottle water price
What’s the responsibility?
Though we teach our kids the meaning of Responsibility
Losing millions of crore money, a right to the poor
Have we forgotten to wear the shoes or sandals?
To whom are we standing before?
To whom are we getting marked?
When a lot of bank currency flew to the other country
Defaulters do not pay a big amount of loans
A mockery with a laughing face
Now and then would like to utter
‘Rubbish’. It matters little to them
Whether we live or die
How life hovers around the country wide!
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
24/08/2019
Meeting the Moments
While walking along the garden
A snake came to my sight
I could realize and my effort to see the next time
It was never found
Lost from the eyes and lost forever
The glamour and fascination of the day
Lie old and useless only after the night
The sun rises and the green reality
With soft healthy breeze
I can’t think how it burns just to the noon
Like the Amazon rain-forest, the heart of the world’s oxygen
Burnt to the whole carbon dioxide
How it burns! How does the animals and the trees!
Is it the balance of the earth we live and love?
The sun rises, the day becomes torn.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
24/08/2019
Who Cares
How can we get relief from this torture?
Somebody say to escape from the earth
Somebody living in a death trap
Wherever you take place
Same the circumstances
More than iron the heart so heard
You can laugh, smile
Instantly it appears pale
Tears don’t fall from the eyes
The mouth stops breaking the heart
Here days seem to be long
Always hope to go forward
Always come back futile
Always try to laugh
Always tears fall down from the eyes
Who cares if I lie dead or alive, dear?
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
28/08/2019