The Blooming Catkins

Catkins bloom everywhere by the rivers or hills

Blows soft wind and a kissing hiss

Around us all white and green

Murmuring sound of the rivers

Then what it strikes?

Brings me back from going ahead?

In this stirring mind I struggle with fire

Can’t be dissolved so easily

No attention for solving

How much the green leaves drop from the branches of the tree

Can there be any account?

It started raining

All ready to step towards home

But I?

Barred in the stormy night.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
08/10/2019

The Love Boat

Rowing the boat it pours the rain on the body and soul

Feel soft cool breeze

Quench the thirst for blood

The world is moving

The boats from here to there all the way

The snakes swim on

I like to play with them

And see the deer running in the forest

Darkness and light reflects on the water

I walk, run and fly

On the ground or sky

I smile, cry and hug

On the journey to my dear

Let’s spread our breast together

Pressing and kissing not missing all over…..

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
09/10/2019

The Gifts of the Deaths

Though death is an unwanted gift

A darkened light to the eyes

Burning to cries

Rivers groaning and deploring over the killings

In our everyday life it has become a common sight

You see the complaints’ face in the newspapers

On the television screen or through the website

O men, young, old or child

Lying silent on the laps of the mother

In the dengue fever bed, beaten, slain or fired

Or so many others over day and night

O women, also of the same young or old

Made a journey to where nobody ever

Not to be disturbed ever and never

A place better than we can have here

What’s the meaning of life?

Beasts know better

Because they love us, guard and investigate

But not like to kill as the human hearts in such cruelties

Life is as valuable as to the moon or sun

A gift to you, to the world

A death the same to the one

Welcome to the unimaginable peaceful dawn.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
15/10/2019

The Smiling Sunny World

It was drizzling and the sun was peeping

Glowing and flowing to the face

Brightens the whole

Grave and deep

On the waters and leaves

The blue water body of the Saint Martin

How does it reflect?

Never seen alike

You are my attire

Cover up the body

My love, the smiling sunny blue- green world.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
17/10/2019

The Competition

Dolphins competing in the race

Fly the fins on the waters

We, the observer

Keen to enjoy the game

On the other hand here in this place

The flying fins spread the blood over head

Bleeding and taking to the den

The sound of crying and moaning

Over the torture and death

In the shade of the leafy trees

What’s the meaning of the printing pages?

What’s the result of science and technology?

If it does not sustain

The role of the tigers or lions

Trapped and controlled

What a human brain!

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
17/10/2019