O My Sylph
What to do and not to do
In this circumstance I like to go in touch of
The leaves and seeds of a sycamore tree
The yellowish-green flowers of the long shady tree
Under which we can sit for taking rest
The blissful birds soothes the eyes
Setting at acute angles,
The carpels of the female flowers mature into a pair of winged fruits
The plant grows in soft wave of wind, willowy and graceful figure
Staring at the growing head and the sky
O my sylph, you are my heart to leap up and down the hill
Refreshing my body and mind
I pass my days and nights
Love and shade, the expressions of beauty
How rhetoric you talk to me!
A feeling in the moonlit starry sky, the ocean rises within
Shake me up from dying out in darkness.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
23/10//2020
Life Yearns for
Why are we breaking down
In this misty darkness?
Why are you clapping so loud
In this gray evening?
The White Silence of awe
Embarks on the long line of pathos
The ceaseless flow of the tides
The timid humanity whispers
Seeming sacrilege – the maggot’s life
A journey towards the deadly world
Tremble at the audacity, frightening around
Though life yearns for the life of immortality.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
26/10//2020
The Betrayal Of Glaucus
Disclosing the secrets Glaucus, the king of Corinth
Caused a great harm for himself
To vie with you is not my nature
Crossing the land with the goats, lambs, or cows
Across the lonely green fields
And talk to the lambs
A force to live with man and nature
The furious tiger follows me running so fast
But I fly over its mouth, burning eyes
Not being able to have me in its paw
Instead I saw its tame-looking eyes
In this deep green field
I observe the dear’s eyes as beautiful as you
The pet tiger is out roaming with me
A shove back from the track
I still drive around the way – my fascinating power
The secret that must be obeyed
Though every moment it walks on the shadow
How enjoyable the fleshes of Glaucus to the horses!
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
26/10//2020
On The Dewy Grass
I walk on the grass
In this winter dew-wet grass
The morning glitters on the colorful light of the sun
In a moment the world seems to be covered in the mist
The dense white fog deepens the earth
So many lights from so many vehicles before and after
On the way itching the eyes
The dense white fog retards the speed
The drowsy hand on the steering
Leaving behind the grave memory
We start in the morning and finishes at night
Can we imagine the dream in the ceaseless sleeping hours?
While walking in the dew-wet grass what a glow!
Peeping through the leaves of the large Neem Tree!
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
27/10//2020
One Man France
Why are you killing the religion of the world?
Why you open the pages for belittling the brain utilized for?
Don’t you see the world goes upside down?
The Caricature of Prophet Mohammad (Sm.)
Why is this dark image you play for what?
This is not the freedom we attain and sustain for
This is my mirror; I see my face and respect
That is yours; only you can see and be devoted
We all are in the best condition of the hearts built the state for
Who likes to change the border? Let them do?
I live for you, you for me
We are all the same blood
Flowing through the veins pumping the hearts
The same head, eyes or all the same the human structure
That made us different from animals
Though the isle is different for walking and living
I don’t know who Zeus or Aphrodite is
So many gods we see in so many things -a mystery indeed
What a wonderful imagination; knowledge and vision
Can you open the riddle?
Most of us like to live in this world of perseverance
Though there be some exceptions
Then why is this caricature of Prophet Mohammad (Sm.)?
In the name of secularism why is this hatred on Islam?
Burning the world so furious, dear France?
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
27/10//2020