Poetry from Mahbub

Poet Mahbub, a South Asian man with dark hair and glasses and a suit and tie
Poet Mahbub
Death Peak

Death is the highest peak in life to reach over
Mitigating the gap between right and wrong, good and bad
Keeping the body at the same place, flying on the same feather 
Signing no grade or social status 
Bound to receive the journey whether we like or not
Just at the meeting of the angel of death all powerful sins 
Tyranny, avarice, exploitation, refusal of love and faith comes to an end
O my hungry brothers and sisters, why do you cry and blame your fate?
Let the days go and welcome the every single moment in smiling face
How refreshing the air by the river and the green and flowery land!
The eternal peace and prosperity.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
30/12//2020

Bhasan Char- The New Habitation of Rohingyas

Life is nothing but the grain of sand
Flying over time here and there
The Rohingyas are the people struggling for existence where to live and die
Life turns into the sandy storm when the address gets lost
How they live and where to find the livelihood- staring at the sky
The homeless migrants are like the goods finding no way to place the roots 
With a great expectation they take shelter at Cox's Bazar in Bangladesh 
They are like birds flying here and there from land to sand
Sitting in the bus on the way to Bhasan Char, 
An island around thirty seven miles off the coast of the Bay of Bengal 
The eyes aiming at on how to make fit struggling with the sand
Life appears to be floating on water and at the same time 
The fallen green leaf flying with the grain of sand
Life other than finds the meaning of life 
 
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
30/12//2020

The Setting Sun

Flitted by the evening shadow on my back
The red glowing sun over to the west
What a wonder on the river!
The youthful rays of the sun dims down
As it grows old from morning to evening welcoming the silver lining
The pages of love feeling open and blaze in the eyes
The bamboo shadow runs to the narrow way of the rural housing 
Surrounded by the sloping blushful light
Just at the moment you, my setting sun sit by me 
I talk with you, as every day I watch and talk to the morning birds
The sun is setting with the curling smoke on the river, Padma
O my love river, in my subconscious mind I jump on 
Have been swimming for thousands of years 
The sun went down, leaving behind us on bank of the river
The world is going to be covered in the blanket of darkness 
My heart turning passion like the ember in the fireplace. 

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
31/12//2020


Happy New Year-2021


We can't curse any moment of the days in 2020 
Though many of our near and dear ones bid us farewell from this earth
Rather we can bow down our head in a great sigh in respect of them
Cursing our wrong deeds on humanity, we can repent ourselves
What we did and what we should do in the next
Bringing out this plus-minus result, we can fix our future plan
Even after so many deaths the kids are dancing in the musical beats near me on the yard
Their hearts leap up to the world of starry sky 
They must overcome the obstacles in the outside thunder and storm 
As the green leaves in the soft breeze on the chirping of birds in the light of the sun
The ever-green leaves; the flowers from the buds blooming in the twinkling of the light
Let this large tree be resonant with these leaves, flowers and birds
Happy New Year-2021.
 
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
31/12//2020

The Prey 

Corona is lurking on the surface of the world
Yet the wind around us appears to be heavy in other box
The howling of the virgins or the women on rape and death 
Snatches me away from this soft corner  
How many paths have I crossed and how many are left to go?
Who counts this?                                      
The bricks are burnt in the chimney
Humanity in and outside home
On the other side tigers and lions are roaring in search of the prey
The dear and the deer cubs fleeing at a stretch  
To the end eaten by the unknown fate
We are the passers-by running so fast on ongoing process
And return home blowing the horn all the way -so fed-up
Nevertheless we are to stay at home nowadays
But I can't understand 
Why this roaring of the victims around me? 

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
01/01//2021