The Reflection of the Moon

Suddenly the full moon rises in the west before my eyes
Just stepping from the door on the roof in the dark and white it glows 
Sitting on the chair I look on and pay the attention more and more
Whispering in the ears it spoke to me 
"Oh dear", hissing in the leaves of the tree -----
Bringing me from back barbaric fight to the enlightening love music
No fear of death and fight
Again and again I look on  
And most probably I liked to find out the meaning 
"What is life?"
  
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
09/03//2023



Our Freedom

Freedom is like a flower 
That touches the mind without notice
A sight of joy and pleasure
We struggle for this freedom
We remember the 25 March bloodshed night
Then the final war started till the new flag came to light
We achieved what we dreamt of
We rejoice the glory of its beauty and the vastness of the sky
The sight of the spreading petals of a flower
We live in, our Bangladesh.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
09/03//2023