The Floating Humanity
The floating humanity on the ocean
Starving for long time
Listless and die only drinking water
Somebody can flee from the jaws of death
Avoiding the guard on the border line
Some are hiding themselves in residence
Virus, virus and virus all around
The roads, the localities and the provinces of the countries
Industries and factories, offices and shops, bars and restaurants
All are closed in lockdown
Humanity fleeing away from ideology may dive in unsteadiness
Nature takes a new shape with its spring flowers and branches
On the other side
They float or rot
Can eat or starve to die out
Sound low or loud
Not a hand you see on head to calm down
The eyes close down in sigh
The souls flying higher and higher live in peace forever
And never come back to make you sorry anymore
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
18/04/2020
If I Live One Day More
If I live one day more
I would like to utter one word more Love
Blazing the heart forever
How I spend the days?
If I live some days more
I urge on care and support
You are my holy hunt
If I can go one step more
I want to reach you dear
My long nourished rose
Sweet fragrance and petals
A joy and fervor
In the midst of life and death
If I live one day more
Like to sing the songs soothing the painful heart
Shaking my hand with you
Embracing all around if I live one day more.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
18/04/2020
Corona Ghost
The ghost is all around me
Meet me in sleep
Walk in fear of this
Every day and night
Appears to be a monstrous figure
Sits by me and devours in a second
Jump on the bed, the unrest heart cries in deep
Going outside I watch the birds’ calling
With the fluffy feathers
Come on to me
Taking food and water
Go back to the nest
On the branches of the tree, beak into the beak
My heart leaps up with joy
Again when I go to bed
Watch the news of deaths
The ghost Corona disturbs the mind
More than it’s supposed to be.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
18/04/2020
Hand in Hand
I consign myself here at this place
Not besetting guilty horror
The lights in the pages
Morning songs of the birds
The sunrise breeze I walk over
With the sweet scent of roses
And collecting the nyctanthes
Under the tulips – my graceful state
Facing the challenges to kindle the heart
I find myself in your hand
No colony war overhangs there
We must fight the war
Not leaning the head sideways
Following the promise head and heart.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
19/04/2020
My State
You are my state I live in
The marshy land, the thick forest
My sweet heart, all you have made promise
I visit every day I wish
You are my part of thought, my loving world
I love and proceed
Peace of mind, heart-felt moon light
Journey over the lands
States after the states
A world over the world
I fly over and over
O my sweet heart, my joys.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
20/04/2020
A Strenuous Reaching
Can we count the deaths before the eyes?
A matter of thinking over how many they are
This scaring sight from my birth never been seen
The world now totally hung on
The string under the roof tight in the basket
An effort to survive
The sky confused with thundering and clouds dazzling the eyes
Snatching out the soul
A light on the dark, a realization on
The humanity bargaining with the responsibility
How can this be designed?
A strenuous recycling in reaching.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
21/04/2020
Turn Aside
It stopped raining
The clouds are roaring
Darker and darker it seems to be all along
People stuck with corona
Mask has been the most wanted robe
To meet you in and outside home
Made us each feel like a ghost
The hazy outward, crossing the uneven grisly path
Life is not fit for coming forth
Who cares? —-
All turn away from the maze, the crooked world.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
22/04/2020
The Heart Zoomed in
Why does stress make nest on us?
Unsafe breathing taking all over the world
Zoomed the heart in
Flows in fluctuation
The world fever
Live and die
Die and live
Walk and lie
Lie and walk
O fumigating earth —
Would you be able to make us all cheer-up?
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
23/04/2020
A Cluster of Golden Clouds
The afternoon clouds glowed with the soft sliding sun
In the north sky
The golden light reflecting on the cluster of the cloud
Kissed my face
Enlightened and resolved my heart
For the time being but lasting forever
A soft heavenly breeze all inside outside
Foreshadows tomorrow morning
The sunflower light in its recycling wind
The scented jasmines – the world’s plight.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
23/04/2020