A Journey to the Light
The shadow of the green hills
On the houses - layout of the skyline
Trying the best without any rest
I'm standing on by the fence
To the end a glimpse of light
Over the beach
Hails you and me
With the flock of the sea birds
Let's fly.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
25/04/2020
An Exposure to the World
Day after day in this running process
The world is getting older
The same we are - human being and all objects of nature
The things all around us
By knowing and searching for more and more
We have had enough from the source
The loving honey begotten
Time is passing so rapid
But we always busy with the fight after fight
Only you stand before me - my stick in hand to walk
A bond of love, sharing the heart
A world for living together
Like a little baby in the womb of a mother
We finish our travel in a blink of an eye
Vanishing within planning a preparation - a stage performer
The eyes closed, stops breathing but the soul is never ending
A transformation from known to the unknown
A new birth for moving on with new experiences
Like the mother's womb it takes place a greater and dreamy one
More charming than this body and soul
We do possess here in this earth.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
07/05/2020
The Love Rain
In this hot stormy season
The world drenched in the rain water
The soft breeze and the cloudy sky
Feel like the heavenly body I stand here
In this burning world
An inspiration to the burning soul
Just like the dying grass
Sprouts in a body deep and dark-green
The lovers are getting washed in the loving rain to each other
The rain outside, the rain inside
How maddening the heart incites!
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
07/05/2020
The Scented Rose
This is my house, I live in
My hand is binding in you
Eyes within thy eyes
Pass my days and nights in love, my heart
My scented rose wet in the morning dews
Fresh and dance the light- from which
The sound of pathos and death
Nurture the tree, how green and shadowy!
In the flow or reflection of the waters or rivers
Sounds much of pride, sickness, tiredness and death
We stroll by the yard,
Lips into the lips, breast on the breast we stand or lie down to bed
In touch of enchanting whisper lest we might fall apart.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
26/07/2020
The Healthy Spirits
The deaths in line gather here like the grubs
In the lower part of the tree
The branches with the colorful leafs
The tree deep in silence holds so careful
Cheerful they are living in touch
How wonderful they grow, the kingly move we enjoy
Though the little may sometimes get astonished at first sight
Speak in silence they mean among themselves
The world covered with the lining of
The emerald shiners preserved with natural color
The wonderful fathom of the ocean
The horizon always leads to the joy
The green valley and the sky
Hails the heart to the loftiness of the hills
The rocks tie it up the magnificence of the spirit.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
22/10//2020
