In This Foggy Unclear Morning
In this foggy unclear morning
All seem to be hazy and smoggy
The world's covered with the white sheet
It is as it were the moon hid in one corner
And the sun tries to peep through the other
A play between light and shade
Through which we, the two loving doves
Spread the wings for the longing site
How sweet the kingfisher falling on a fish on the river
Breaks the silence of the world around
Perhaps always breaks the silence over time
How sweet the swans making love on the bank of the river!
Falling on each other in every way they need to be
In this cold winter morning I feel my warmth into the arms, O dear
On the soft touch in between us
The sun rises within enlightening the body of the earth
Every loving hand getting close together
The eyes so deep and clear
Disperse the fog as the day advances.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
21/12//2020
The New Sun
Who is sawing my heart like the woods up into logs?
The sound of cutting the musical stream
The rhythmic waves of the ocean
As goes on from the beginning
The endless journey of this water
How can you describe it in the theory of revolution?
The ever chopping sound of the woods muses the present
Striking on the strings of the past
The eyes fixed on to the light
The waves falling on
The saw cutting on
The lifelong process both in water and land
Flowing on the wings of eons always evolves the luster of the new sun.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
22/12//2020
The Death Bed
The cot made for carrying the dead body
How glistening in the light of the sun!
Just at the walking side on my way to home
My sweet home; my dears, caresses and loving tears
The bed placed on for anyone to the unknown
The love-bed, the dreamy gardens
How happy I pass my days on the ground!
This gigantic tower, the brand new materials all the year round
Our little sweet babies crying for any little sweet insistence
Forgetting all I am taken to this bed
Lying there in peace under the shady large tree
Deep in sleep
The birds and deer unveil the curtain of my eyes.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
23/12//2020
Every Day and Night
A night burned in turn the light of the day seems obscure
A day's tyranny breaks the rib bone of the silent peaceful sleep at night
The face is as it were hundred years old dilapidated home
The role we play for every day and night
What an effulgence of the sun, the cascading wave of the moon!
We are all with the petals, leaves and roots getting altogether
Flowing on the river of day and night
Feel that pain or joy in tune.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
25/12//2020
The Fragrance of Jasmine
You are my fragrance of jasmine in the moonlit night
I rush to you forever charmed in love
To the flower, to the shade
To the unknown musical rhythm
My heart beats with the pea-cock dance
Yet, why does the flower hide-away?
Why does the moon get lost in the cloud?
Water rolling into the well of my eyes
In this lifeless dark room fighting the fire
Back to my own I come over
O my jasmine, my moon
Won't my sky be filled with the shade and affection?
Laughing loud I take my breath so quicker
The sky reflects with new form of jasmine light.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
25/12//2020
