A Journey to You
I can rush to the underworld in the stillness
Than any other worldly pace
No entrance of any other than I
My heart picks all you desire
It moves me altogether even I find you nowhere
In the open air or in the garden of flowers
It empowers me all body and soul
Like the determined Orpheus to bring Eurydice back
I feel your existence all my side
Remain deep in the hole
The dread goddesses always round about you
Should I deny the confidence in you?
You made a space
Devoured by passion
Only for making this journey to you
All seem to be relaxed.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
07/10/2019
Phaedra’s Lust
Phaedra lost her life only for love to her stepson
An incestuous and incredible love
The world got too much for her
A passionate, maddened, wretched and undone woman
Only her uncontrolled love made her build this condition
Finding no way Hippolytus mingled in the woods
Theseus heard all she covered up with gold or bronze
Aghast Theseus called on Neptune for this judgment
At the news of his death Phaedra poisoned herself
Realizing this Theseus ordered to bury her deep in earth
They are dead in physique but lain in love
Irrespective of any creed, caste or religion
A tune of love we can’t ignore of
From time immemorial we learn that
For love and lust nothing comes before or after
The ascending result
Can you say that hides the cause?
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
07/10/2019
The Knots and Bandages
We know how to make the knots
We know how to tight the bonds
An important part of life to travel the earth
Any challenge that we face on the path
Wandering along with the birds or animals
Enjoying the beauty of the bounty of the land, the ocean or the sky
The bandages you taught me how to make and set on the spot
Now let’s start from one to another from land to water
This journey to nature full of merriment
A sphere not to forget
We like to be in touch to get things in hand
We like to overcome the restraints
And beautify the earth more than that we have got.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
07/10/2019
Dying Campus
For whom I write my love
For whom my eyes dance
Escalate my hidden thought
To step farther means to find myself dead
The environment of a university
Reflects the whole society
We confess or not
We, not sure of what we actually learn
Only to get pass with top grade is not enough
Once my teacher taught me in the class
‘Make a man of you’
Though not followed by all
But what we see at present can’t be allowed at all
It was Abrar Fahad, a second year student of BUET
While reading and writing some young guys called him out
From his reading room no. 1011
Beaten to death taking in room no. 2011
Of Sher-e-Bangla Hall only because
He made his status on Facebook
‘The weak agreement with India for exchanging water and gas’
This is one and the other –
‘To show the power as seniors’
Made them plan for death
The ruling party students and activists
Time from 7.30 pm to 2.30 am
Between 05 to 06 October, 2019
So cruel and monstrous long seven hours beating
Till the confirmation of death
Now in every step wherever I go
I don’t find any lesson learnt in the classroom
All inner-outer I can’t sleep
Can’t move my body on path
This hectic red sight always brings me back.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
08/10/2019
Beating the Heart
The beating of the drums touches the heart
On the other side, Abrar killed by beating every parts of the body
We appreciate our development regarding some infrastructural set
We got this Bangladesh due to a sea blood
Now after long time we can see the light of progress
But shedding blood on the path or by the river, on the ocean or indoors
A record of death, just dengue attacked our body
Biting by Aedes mosquito
Drum is beaten, our heart is dancing
Enlightening the dark at night
Can’t we see the heart beating so high?
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
08/10/2019