Blows On Me For Stealing Some Money
Once I stole some money from my father’s pocket
It was long since I had done that
At one point my father came to know the matter
He caught me seriously to be a thief
I became nervous but I denied
When I denied he became more furious and dangerous to me
Suddenly at the time of speaking with him
He started to beat me
Again I told him I didn’t
But he couldn’t believe me
And nothing could make him believe
His blows on me over body and head
Took me to the world of death
He beat with sandals and sticks
With what he got beside him
At one time I was going to die
Suddenly I confessed I took the money
He stopped beating and with his burning eye
He warned me if I would do such kind of work
In the next time he would teach me more
That I’ll never forget
How can I forget the torment, my father, you rained on me?
It was not because I took the money for any serious purpose
Only to buy any toys according to my choice
But my father took it to be otherwise
And taught me a lesson to be remembered from time to time
In life.
The World To Me
This is the world
The world to me strictly as it is
Where we are played as a ball
Dance on the legs
Kicked to the goal posts
Directly enters into
Sometimes it is caught by the goal keepers
Sometimes the kick is missing
We are all played by the players of the world
Everybody wants to supersede on others
We perform our duty as subservient wearing the mask over
Trodden on and suppression
suffocating as well as severe humiliation
By our upper ranks and positions
It’s an uneven area
Where we fall down to walk
It’s not dark but more than dark condition
I’d not like to stay here any longer
I am a ball, not to be played
I’d like to shift the place
and want to live
Where love and beauty play
With the objects of nature.
Living In Difference
Mingling with dark and light
I lay my body
In silence
Where there will be no noise
We live quiet
A bird will come, sing to me
So many of them will join there to me
And enchant like a morning rose
It’s a place free of chaos and pathos
Sorrows and fears
Only the seasonal heat and cold may have there
I am a boy not to revolt
Don’t have the courage to bring me back or forward
Everything is mostly what I observe doesn’t twinkle
Like the stars
We see the moon as gold or white
Does not matter
But what we see in our daily routine
We face a challenge before us
We tackle or not
We are to face and get tired
There are so many crimes, so many deceptions
Beyond my imagination
The life I deal with
There is no solution
Disturbs me, frustrates me
Make me mad and lament over
There is no any healing power
Tigers and Lions are eating their lion’s share
Others have only their watch to look over.
I And My Boss
I am a little dog
Barking to my boss
My boss is merciful
Take me to his laps
Give me food and water
Cuddle me with his loving hand
I am a little dog
Try to supply
That’s my boss likes me
If I deny
Doesn’t beat me
Like a toy he plays with me
I love my boss
My boss does so
I sleep with him
Keeping his loving hand on me
My boss and I pass the night happy
Awaking in the dusk
We both start for work
The day’s light grows whiter
We become fatigue
Take rest for a while
Then again start with the table
Following these or those
we pass our days with
Joy and merry.
Walk Under The Tree
Today when I was walking with my little daughter
Beside the road
It was only half past eleven pm.
The power of the sun was scorching
Burning our body
The flesh of body seem to be boiling
It was just boiling in the water
My head and sense did not act then for some moment
I was thinking that as though dying
How dangerous the climate!
It is not June or July
It’s October, it’s Autumn
It may not be the time of scorching sun
But it is.
The world is becoming so hot
We don’t care for it
It is heating us more and more
When it will be the furnace of the chimney
What will we do then?
Be careful my friends
Don’t run in the sun
Walk under the tree
Where there you’ll find shade.
Balubagan, Chapainawabganj
O2/10/2015