Rohingya Repatriation
It was left no stone unturned
Doctors, nurses, relatives all engaged
How to restore to life
Having them all behind the spirit flies away silently
This carefulness we serve for the humanity
Humanity cries for humanity
But what can we see on the other part of it?
Thousands and millions of people left to experience death and suffering
Rohingyas living in Rakhine with a severe torture on their body flew away
Took shelter in Chattogram of Bangladesh
A pathetic Asian history
Passing their days in the sun suffering from starvation and rain
Under the open sky in unsafe and shaky habitations
Every day the earth blooms pale and grim
Like the old brown leaves in the tree, we see
Every day they would like to go back to their home
But ignored as the citizens or any ethnic group
People flee from the forests in fear of the tigers and the lions
Along the edge of a sea to not to get lost on the vast waters
What a sigh to be deprived of the right!
Not to be able to say
It’s my own land, my own country
The rulers serve people, delivering much of love
Ironically say again and again the same
Deceive them; kill them, a scene of massacre
From this clutch who can save themselves anyway
Try to take the breath fleeing to the other place
Sorry to say its second time failure the attempt-repatriation
Of the Rakhine people living in Bangladesh.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
29/08/2019
Lots of Rain but No Clouds
The sky turns into black from the blue
All seem to be dark and glue
What a restless time!
Though so many fans are running
In this unbearable hot
What feels the mind and body?
The scent of rain through the nostrils
Change the thought to envisage
We see the sky but from black to white
In the meantime the sun shines
We hoped a lot but there is no drop of rain
The world always gains some moments
Our hearts rejoice, beside the heavy rain drops
There floods the rivers causing deaths and sufferings
Where I stand here I see the sky with much of hope
But this overhead is always covered with drought and fog.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
06/09/2019
O My Love
When you love me in true sense
The waves of the river flow in tune
I see and see the full moon in the sky
A sign of love in the rainbow
What a rising after the rain, a new glow
Grasp me all my body and soul
A dream in reality
A promise to reach my destiny
O my love; please hold me in tongue
A wriggle never to be lost
O my heart, my love.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
06/09/2019
Backlash Fear
He turns his face like a ghost
The victim standing before him forgets all
She mumbles and recollects the lashing and dashing to her
A rosy beauty
The cop with his gang stings
The rose full of fragrance and attraction
Torn into —– on the soil
Soft and blooming
The burning eyes encircling her
The mischievous roles a iron rod
The helpless victim reclines silent
The broken heart fumbles on the board
Mr. Judgment is hung on the wall.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
09/09/2019
The Love Shrine
There is no shrine except you
I lie and fondle in the jungle
This mound is only for you and me
Shakes my hands and heart
In this shrine there will be no goddess or god
At the ultimate point of joy
You are my soul mate, my all
Our blood is running too fast
Leaning over I see you on my hands
A full bloomed rose, a full moon starry sky
We wander and enjoy
In this heavenly lagoon
What is more than this idyllic beauty?
Where you and I
In this coral island the blue water sparks into your eyes
The water color eyes, fix into
I find no other heaven in this world
Wherever I see, I see this coral island
You are my atolls
Only you and I this entity century after century
Round over body and soul
After the burial of hundreds or thousands of years
The archeologists may find out
Engraving on the gate ‘The Love Shrine’.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
29/08/2019