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.