The Laden Sour Grapes
It has been a daily matter to us
Just after the night when the sun rises and call the birds
The sound of lamentation levitates in the air
I come across, don't I?
Pretending not to see or hear
We step down to the other
Some walks on uttering Allah! Allah!
Some walks on uttering Hori! Hori!
Some walks on uttering God! God!
Some say nothing but in a hurry
Some cry - teardrops rolling on the cheeks
Looking across the leaves of the large banyan tree
Counting the clouds on the move
Some sitting on the tong with the vapors of the tea cup
Storming the matter over
Some are fetching clean water from the distant tube-well
Raising so many questions for the dirty supply of water
Some are discussing on how they see the light of the glory
Some are experimenting into the abyss of darkness
Don't ask them what happened in the last night
In the meantime someone stands by gasping at the news of death
The immature pregnant girl married to the brutal monstrous formation
The brilliant one of fourteen being convinced by her parents
Without registration to avoid the risk for violating the marriage system
Bleeding so seriously from the first time of their sexual intercourse
Continuously month long bleeding - darkness in her eyes
The very young wife informed her maternal grandparent what's happening to her
Her husband would regularly like to have her intimacy whispering
'This is natural, dear. Don't get so nervous.'
Though every time she would cry in pain
Her mother in law called on a person who works for exorcising
But her husband remained silent
Not taking any step for her better treatment
In these ignorance she succumbed to death
On the thirty-fourth of her marriage day
The stranger informing this strode out
Here the world not resilient for art and music
No flute to match with the deadly tunes
Nightmares on the broad daylight
Defeats all the challenges of the mythical tyrannies
So tired of hearing about the scabies
O dear, come on
Keep your hand on my breast!
Let's go to sleep
It's dead of night.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
02/11//2020
The Cloud in Lighting
Life quivers, life interpolates, life's over
Fuzi, a student of Jahangirnagar University shared her life
Coming from hundred miles off to her friend's mess at Rajshahi
How blazing fire the two eyes!
Crying and crying over the crisis immanent in her life
Just after her mother's death
Father married the second time
But no peace and harmony in her father's second married life
On the other hand falling in a victim of her lover's betrayal
She could never make her mind
Cried and cried over the matter
Heavy the heart to the shreds of the cloud in lighting
She assumed the night proposing for what
In no way she could make her mind - alone in her bed
Heard the sound of the clock -----tic, tic, tic
In this stinging heart beating --- tic, tic
The stars at once confounded her eyes
Why did she come here leaving hundred miles back her home?
Only to share the problems or do some more on!
What the twinkling stars whispered in her eyes?
At once decided to fly over
Where she can take rest for ever
Never to disturb herself or the surroundings
Flooding the two eyes her friend was exposing all
Indicating the hanging body on the ceiling fan
Before the police officer
In a moment the brilliance submerged in remorse
Would it be reconciled?
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
03/11//2020
Corona, to Reveal the Truth
Corona brought a lot to know
The human heart - flowing on the blue crystal water of the ocean
Or staggering on the turbid one
Reveals the secrets of wrong and right
In the circumstances - deep and light
When the two names vibrate the wind
Shahed and Shabrina from two different sites
With the fabricated result on testing for corona
For positive or negative
A chance of looting crores of money bears the weakness of the corona body
Caught red handed and kept into the custody
Flashed the light world wide
Some local leaders exploit the poor monopolizing the government subsidy
On the other hand, some come forward opening the heart sky like
The middle smile on from a little bit distant side
Just like the water on the arum leaves trembling by the soft wind
Corona made us known to the unknown the hidden gift
Deaths and diseases not always for mourning or cries
Pave the way how to live and fight
A realization from plus and minus
From the colorful water of the shivering leaves
The heart that sticks to love or deceive
Corona brought a lot the things never would come into light.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
11/11//2020
The Love Bird
You are my love bird
Colorful butterfly
You are my evening glow
A soft condition of mind
When the old grope for their sticks
And walk towards home
What a pleasure you fly here and there around me!
Swarming the bees and calling the birds in my garden
I come across the light out from my lonely chair
The haunted fear calms down into the dancing light
Oh, my finger's joy!
No thundering storm
In this soft moderate weather
I fly over the land wherever I like to go
Again and again every time
I find you in my dress I am wearing
And take a seat on my head or hand
My world where I round about.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
13/11//2020
On the Bend (1)
Life is always on its move
Just the river we see taking the bend
Molding the light of the sun and the moon
The shades of the tress, green memory of the plants
So many flowers smile on the soft wind
The sweet note of the birds, the swarming of the bees
The colorful butterflies and the restless wandering of the little babies
A place for living you and me
Blissful the sight of the setting sun
What a harmony in all the objects of nature!
On the Bend (2)
Behold the trees uprooted and the burning branches
A tell of sadness lies in firing or cyclone
Changed the way of the river's flow
Overflowing the lands and the houses
Deaths and diseases mend the monochrome
Life is always on its move
Just the river goes by its own through the bend.
