Poetry from Mahbub

Middle aged South Asian man with glasses and combed black hair and a white collared shirt

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

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

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

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

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