A Flashback to the Journey
When I went there it was winter
At the time of my returning
It opens the new sight of spring in nature
A lively exuberance in all objects of nature
That makes our heart dance all through the way
Plants worn in the green leaves and the buds
The sun-beam flashes out the glorious past
The sky and the waters engulfed in
By sneezing and coughing, touching and hugging
Breaching the bond we have had
The virus creeping through in the air
Drove us into the storm and war
Never thought before.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
12/04/2020
On a Strange Platform
People are living in the cave
Though they had no experience before
Feel like elaborate or suffocated
At the same time awakening the heart
Our existence and the predecessors’
Imagine the self and others on present, past or future
Pervaded nature all over
People forgot that
Roads and beaches redressed in its own blanket
Birds and butterflies, crabs or red crabs and turtles
Fly and float free with new notes and hopes
Green, red or rosy always smiles over
Nature wants this to be in such kind
People take exercise in the yard
They like to have been among the family dears
Or deep in heart to prayers, music or drama
And try to get removed from the pain of virus fever
The world stands on a strange platform
Where one leg is on stair and the other waiting on the point of the train
Starts to run with the whistle by the uniformed man in duty.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
13/04/2020
In the Battlefield
Deaths and the reflection of deaths all around
In the left, right, front or back
Fighting for the reconciliation
A reformation, recognition
The spreading hands of the lifeless bodies on the ground
What can we do for them?
We are promising, singing and praying
Carving the sight in mind
Lightening the heart a new hope
Though the self breaks and regenerates
No diplomacy here acts on
A joy over the matter fighting for
Swells up in courage
Never breaching the hand raised to pace with you.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
14/04/2020
How the World Running
Sitting on the rickshaw the man suddenly felt uneasy
Waiving his hands to get any help
The people encircling him
Stood silent and waited for what is going to happen
The poor condition became poorer and more helpless
Without taking any more time, he collapsed
Instantly and slowly breathed his last spreading the hands
The man was not other than the rickshaw puller
Waiting for the passenger on the turning point of the highway
Nobody came in touch of him if he bears Covid-19
People see the death in their open eyes having no feeling over there
More interested to have snaps or videos
Again the fever attacked mother kept away alone
In the jungle by her sons in fear of the virus
How the life appears before the eyes!
What a world it prevails at this moment!
Maintaining a social distance?
The world has lost its vows to make over
Hey you agree or not.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
15/04/2020
An Agreement with Corona
Corona, a virus attacks the human body
Though not visible this virus, this disease
The same intuitive
Greed or avarice, selfishness, jealousy, exploitation, economic barriers
And what not that breaks the whole system of humanity
You build so many missiles by which
This green world can be destroyed six times in a moment
Is there any use of this in place of Corona?
In spite of spreading the helping hand you make yourself powerful
Spending the gross amount of money for the atomic energy
On the other hand crores of people die out in hunger
This invisible virus destroys the whole community of the earth
Fight to survive, helpless to meet the quick get pass
Have belief in heart one day soon or later
The vaccine will come to light to recover
In the meantime it will cause an irreparable loss to the earth
Then after some while you will rule your objects the same as before
Forgetting all the deaths and the sufferings
In lieu of the firing the fire
Please pull me up dear from the chimney door
Make a way living altogether in the fresh water
Under the shade of the large trees
Refreshing the mind in the green fields.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh