Poetry from Mahbub Alam

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

Living in Tents

Living in tents may not be so comfortable as you sleep in the royal palace
Living in tents it’s my choice to live in
Though not for every time
You can feel some difficulty at first time
No fear dear,
You have entered such an amiable and lovable room
So easily adjusted
Living in tents I enjoy at times
Feeling light in the eyes.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
27/01//2023

At Your Speech

When you deliver your speech
A hawk suddenly waves its feather over head
You speak, speak and speak
The hawk spreads softly all around
Enchanting all the way
You are on the stage delivering speech
I enjoy the fly resonating something strange
As the two doves once loved each other on the branch of a tree
And I watched through the window beside
My teacher forbade me not to see outside
But subconsciously I observed and observed
I hear your speech
I look through the flying hawk
I can hear you both
One is speaking loudly
One is silent and so smooth.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
30/01//2023

Rat-Rat Play

The world feels sick
The people of the land fight for what is achieved or not
No sense of good or bad
No heart for the rest
Some pieces of land always busy with their trump card
And raise the hands of joy
Staring at the sky the thundered eyes never turns back to the pool
Surrounded by the shady trees
Others are tired to watch
The Rat-Rat Play
Who can stand by living in peace?

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
30/01//2023