VOICE OF HUMANITY
BY
SHEIKH NAZRUL
(A Collection of Poems)
Address
Poet Sheikh Nazrul
21/3 Taltola Officers Quarter
Agargaon, Sher-e-Bangla Nagor
Dhaka-1207
Bangladesh
Phone: 880-2-9123806, 8111974 Ext. 223
Fax: 8116390 E-Mail: sknazrul@dhaka.net |
Come On Youth! Despair No More!
Come on Youth
Hold this hand and Let's move
I shall go telling you the golden tale
Of how roses bloom in the spring dale
And Loa! Stop here just, and
Listen to the cascading murmur of the spring
In one long, deep breath
Settle your account of woes you suffered
For a long peaceful sleep you have made
So much elaborate preparation so long!
Look into this eye
See how heated, flaming the appeal in there
How deep is the trust
How numerous are the birds that are flying around
How valley of flowers surround us
So beautiful are the blooming Polash!
You ought not to have sat inside the broken hovel
In the den of death!
Look at my bosom
See how far it has broadened masked in clothing
With singing melodies musing around
So much of warm home callings!
Come back, Youth
Let chrysanthemum smile up in the garden
Trampled under feet!
Fishes will swim in the river of woes
And you will see in the moonlit the face you love
O Mother dear call them home
For you can command them as well
Come back right now!
Cloud swarm the sky, sea goes rough
The wind gathers storm, dark around, time hostile
Ask them to open the windows shut
Let the thick air go thin, keep the door open
To let them in when they call in
Let the besieged pain move elsewhere ahead
Tell them Mother: They have to come back just now!
They can not drift aimless so long
With defiled sense of burn in heart
For liberation has not given birth to unfriendly time
Why then senseless acts shall lead to bloodbath again!
This is the last solemn wish, come back youth
Release your captive voice with articulate, accurate
Pronouncement: `Liberty'!
Mother I beseech you!
Just you make your child listen to your
Unmistakable cry of labor pain!
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Just drop a drop of Atlantic Ocean
In the sea that covers the heart of Bangladesh
It will dissolve beyond distinction.
All will be the one and same.
With all the water bodies in a single meandering tear
The river seeks origin of others
It moves ahead in love with another.
The East sky meets the West fusing into one
The Moon on the east floods the southern border
Beyond, without discrimination.
Men make the only exception.
As if the humans and the humanity
have different elements.
So the love is endangered, the war has ravaged
The blue sky, pristine pure!
The dazzling muzzle of guns shower bullets
Spelling deaths indiscriminately
The merciless passion goes on rampage
From one corner of the earth to the other
The fire of deadly conspiracy flares up in flames
The bloody eyes flicker on in rapturous joy
In the blood bath that goes on.
The society and civilization fell insecure
The bosom of water has scratch unseen
The unholy fragmentation of the earth
Goes on, and, the map
Of the humanity get divided along!
Human affection is replete with tastes so different
In the nations and nationalities
A sense of degenerate indolence
So powerfully manifest beyond imagination.
So, men and women where are you
I am sending my sample of blood
Match with yours and, you'll see
They both flourished in same color in youth
The same species.
Here I am love, compare with yours
You'll see the wax melts without
A single note of protest.
My moonlit sky I send you, compare
In yours, you'll find the very same
Enlightened pronouncement.
You just lay in the bosom of Moon
In unusual innocent times, when
I keep sweating under the Sun.
And you too had it though earlier
I will sleep in the bosom of Moon a little later
As did you!
Your dawn come and, kiss me
And I return her faded lips to you
To give me back with full life's colour.
My darling gets awake tired
After sleeping with you
And your woman let me know
The bed awaits me!
My tear and your smile together make the Moon
Your words and my tune make the music
And it melts into the same warming kurosio stream. |
A Night with Madhabi
A night with the birds I slept once smoothly
Nestled in their sweet little home
The peaceful sleep I have never had again!
Singing their sweetest song they made me awake
At the day-break -- the dream mourning
That I have never had again!
A night with the snakes I slept once
I lost myself in slumber inside the narrow hole
In their night-long embrace ---
The mysterious icy touch in their recoil
The feeling that I have never had again!
A whole night I slept once in the groves of chrysanthemum
In the bosom of their soft petals I had my head laid
In divine peace and the blooming petals covered me at once
Against the dark of the night, stroked my body
With their pollen of love all over
I was awake only with the sparkled touch of dew
The softest touch that I have never had again!
A whole night I spent once with my beloved Madhobi
Sleepless -- bee-busy with `gives and takes'
Till the weary lady night wore off
In the Sunlit morn!
Now I remember the lovebirds
Cool embrace of the snakes, adoring pollen petals
Of chrysanthemum!
I lost sleep after those nostalgic days, gone!
I am on the dreamy trek many years now
In search of a fresh bodily touch! |
I'll leave for a Country
Unknown
One day I will leave this land of green
And blue sky for a country unknown
Indeed, I will leave for a country unknown
The dusts here smell the feast of gun powder
Disbelief dazzles as sharp, killer blade in the eyes of death
Maria holds deep wound of deprivation
In her bosom.
I have had her all the faith in bond
With soil, water and people of Bangla
For I have promised to find them the gateway
To the treasure trove of prosperity.
The confidence I used to hold high
Has gone down, in disbelief
I lost the faith.
The soil now does not bring forth-golden crops
And I see illegitimate child in the bosom of Madhabi
The history gets replete with blind regrets.
I will indeed one-day start for an unknown country
Leaving behind these backdrop of
spoiled births, deaths, pains, this soil, people, Madhabi -- all.
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Father to a Child about
To be born
O my precious little one!
I can not afford to leave you anything, nothing at all
So sorry I am!
The worn out ancestral home may come down
Any moment under its weight.
Water leaking in it from outside, steady
Holes could not be plugged in, there's no time
I had yearned building a new home
The land was not to be found
I wish I had a safer road left behind
I had failed.
I kept leaning down and down
Under sheer recklessness and injustice.
Your face -- purest of all and, unparalleled
I failed to touch stretching out affectionate
Hands and rather, was compelled
To leave the earthen holy spot as I stirred up
My dirt of mind.
So, you might not reap the golden crop
From the sacred seed, for,
It was burnt under a severe draught.
The milch cow I had raised with care and love all
Just stands on the brink of death now with contours of bones
All over, standing out in sharp relief.
I dreamt your physique of youth impeccable
Nourished with starch and milk.
I desired from my heart you would come
And stand out on the podium of this planet
With firmness of muscle, deeper depth of sight
Cleanliness of luxuriant hair, iron solidity of feet.
But all the faith vested in you are getting squandered
All the time, for, I am myself at a loss!
How dare can I say, you my dear child! Keep them
As a treasure trove!
Only a map, a long dream story bathed in verdure green
And blood - the essence of which
Ought to have been taken by heart
Taken by hand held high in the sky.
That too, did not get recognition unraveled
We thought it would flutter in the air as heart reverberates
And, venture into the depth of union between
The purple twilight and the green!
But to my dismay I am yet a ward
Of my own freedom!
I know not how I would array my dossier
Of self-confidence.
The history I ought to have written for you
Has come to a standstill all of a sudden
As my conscience was under fire!
The epic of bleeding, the story of life's battle
Have been diluted as saline water entered its plot.
But my pen can not be weakened by falsification
Of words, the agony of pain can not be lost
In a passing show of gimmicks.
My most precious little, forgive me!
Forgive your sinful father!
I will take over the burden of giving you
A wronged birth.
But then, if blood spill over yet
In the surroundings you are raised
Just wash it cleans with your tears.
Please cool the burning of my impossible
Desire, if you can! |
Come Closer to Me My Lady!
Come closer to me
My Lady!
Hold this cool body
In intimate embrace
Let the architecture begin
In its subtle way making you!
In the opposite beach of the sea
I have been waiting long
Yearning to see you!
Building you with same intention
one storey, 3rd storey ....
Your intimacy I desire, woman
Bring me the flame of desire
From the farmyard ablaze.
Then let the civilization witness
With its eyes open
Why verdure green is embedded at ease
Inside the bosom of yellow earth.
Comes, closer to me, my lady!
Give me a pure kiss; take me as your friend
From the early childhood
And you will land in the middle of spring
Crawling on the bosom of tumultuous
Storm yet to come.
Come closer yet to me, woman!
The warm body charmed with intimate touch
The hearts beats faster
So let this night come to an end
Let the true construction of civilization begin! |
I Longed So Much
I longed so much
I shall go to my little riverside hamlet Once along with you
We shall have some good time together
Along side the golden Backyard
Walking under the twilight of setting Sun.
The childhood Ichhamati still flows down
To the sea with love boundless in her bosom
We shall get along together into the playfulness
Of a child -- innocent, unspoiled
The shadows of the twilight darken in the tune
Of the worn off cowboy's flute
Descends hand in hand with fleeting time
The mundane worldly tins fills in with
Solemn silence.
I longed so much, my Dream Girl
I shall go to my hamlet once along with you!
Under shiny golden morn with blue sky above
We shall walk along in the grass-green canvass
If the rain came pattering on the leaves
we shall together find a cozy haven
Under the Banyan tree entertained
With spiced Muri prepared by my mother
I wished I would present Poetical works
Of my father, so you may become
The even known face of Bengal
I would show you our home yard
That my mother swabbed neatly clean
Where happiness glows golden in flame
In the sweet smell of tunic of my mother
You would have all the flowers of Bengal
I had a desire so powerful, my darling of dream
I would get you born again, afresh
And build my love around a body with
Wet earthen smell! |
Had been a Poet Head of State
Had been a poet head of the state
The constitution would have written in sonnet
The parliament sessions would have been
The sessions of poetry recitals
Poetry would have been cooked in the rice cooker
Or may have been roasted on oven
Men and women all would throb
In the realm of thought
Roses in heap would be deposited into banks
Only night jasmine would have been changing hands
Had a poet been a head of state
The soldiers would bid farewell to arms
And, take up book of poems in hand
They would roam about everyday
In the botanical Garden or maybe in the Ramna Green!
The top order intellectuals would rush to the perched
Meadow of the late spring with plough on shoulder
The former head of state would deal in fertilizer
Earth worker even
The women would be printing installation
And the poetry of life would be printed
on the tunic of Saris, their body would become
Trusted canvas chaste, pure in all fidelity
The face of Bangla would be painted
with brush and color
Had a poet been head of state
The red light lanes would have been closed
The bride would not be lost under veil
Had a poet been head of state
No woman would be raped any more
The Lover at least would have back
The Chapter of Love for sure!
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So, Take Care!
So Take care, my girl dear
Or else, you'll be stolen anytime
Lustful eyes of the robber
May get set on you, I am afraid.
Around you armed gangs are on the move
Snipers ferret at your closed door
The muggers keep vigil day and night
You may lose your costly seed paddy
Beware! Keep on the guard!
Cover the whole body for, pests
Keeps parading around, even now!
May sneak into the fissure anytime
And build a hide out colony
And reach out as river to the eyelashes
Breaking away the brink of the bosom
In violent waves.
So take care, my girl, dear
The lousy conference has just finished
Anytime, they may rage a tumultuous battle
Inside your golden hair.
So take care my girl when
You unbutton your blouse
Unfasten loops of your pajama
Inner loin clothes
For the household lizards is keeping vigil
So through away the old shampoo and soap
That hold perversions of, may be, aliens
So be careful, my girls
The cunning peasant with plough on shoulder
Is rushing forth, the virgin soil
May get ploughed in the tract of land
Raised from the river from nowhere
Now occupation of the virgin unclaimed land
Shall continue, illegal homes shall be
Erected on it overnight. |
Equation
Taka Twenty Six for a Sweet Sixteen
A whole body for twenty six bucks only
Thirteen for the for the half, and the rest for the rest
A life of girl at innocent adolescence
A fresh untouched moonlit auctioned just
For a bowl of rice to flirt hunger!
Just for the price of one meal of dog
Pet of the rich aristocrat
Sold the whole life a girl!
The untouched youth of Sixteen gets mortgaged
With the tingling of two glass made bangles
And in fourteen second the pair of rosy lips
Go bloody for taka forty, pillaged by the lustful pirates
The rose scent of Taka Thirty fill the air
Of the whole night orgy
The yellow ribbon costing Thirteen bucks
Have 14 loops in one single night
The nail polish of 18 bucks brings twenty-six
To focus on
A whole life for twenty six bucks!
(An adolescent prostitute's estimated account of a night) |
Handshake
It is lively very much and comfortable
Two comes in very close together on such matter
The heart go upbeat all of sudden from finger to finger
The pair of eyes faces the pair spontaneous
Like battle raged caught unaware heart to heart
Call is made for friendship deeper yet making it known
Finger to finger together: country, the people
Needs it indeed, even on very personal plane.
But are poisonous kiss of lips with hatred in chest, fire in the eye
The strange name of men and women miss-spelt!
How we interpret handshakes then?
Is it love on transit? Or the dirty game?
Can handshake make us forget the shame?
Or bitter memory?
The Dream World would become a reality, if it can
If not, we are bound for abyss!
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Relationship
Sorrow and Joy walk along
The Joy wears Belly cades
Nakedly bare are the feet of Sorrow
Healthy damsel kisses the hands of joy
The sick woman grabs at the hand of sorrow
The moon sends out clear blue sky
Into the happy home.
The dreaded dark night of blue moon
Take over the sadly hut
Sorrow has bed along side joy
The joy has face in the bosom of love
The insects have their bath in the sweating sorrow
The forehead of happiness collects pearly drops
The bone marrow of sorrow cry out
Pangs of pain as a bard sings out in the meadow
The joy and sorrow signs duet
But the tune of joy has color Red
The sorrow has none!
The Joy and sorrow die cuddled together
Joy rest in peace assured alongside
Sorrow allotted in a room
Three cubit and a half in length. |
Where You will fight
my friend!
War has ravaged homes
War has deprived us of hamlets
War has known truth in the cropland
War has filled in the green landscape
And war yet is fought in the streets
Life is torn apart
The sweat of the worker, the head count of the porter
Seek rights of independence all along
Where my friend, will you fight the battle
I see only barren sand dunes all over
Where are you going to anchor, my friend
For, the river has gone already alien to us! |
Elegy for Mother Teresa
I slept like that many a time before
A total silence all over the body,
Where the cockroaches fail to make impact
The sleep could not be interfered.
As if to transcend time is this golden silence
As if the eye lids are in close embrace
To freshen up limbs tired once again
I had awaken from such a sleep to listen
To the chirping birds, held in my bosom
The daily childhood of the Sun
Waded into the dew drops as I strode
Through the green patches of grass.
I have also embraced alike with pair of hands
In affection deep and was never separated
In my mature sleep.
I never turn sides as I slept always supine
As if a love definite stayed captive in my hands
I have remade with hands separated
Broken round pillow I held close to my bosom
And wiped out my eyes my laziness, with fingers
To pray deep in relaxed folded hands.
And did you even finally choose a slumber
To continue hundreds of thousands of miles?
Gentle calm over the eye lids sway
Unwanted fear now may pierce the heart
I am afraid. The progress in your mission
You left stay unclaimed.
The eyes that had vision of ruthless tomorrow
The hands that were soiled with the pain
Of the wretched, The feet that bore the memoir
Of striking stone and brick bats in sharp relief
The world knows the debt could never be redeemed
Therefore, I have decorated your last journey
With roses of my garden, undone! |
War Does Not Stop This Way
When war would stop -- nobody knows
The battle for life continues on all fronts
The inferno towers as reality and dream
Face each other.
July shower goes on in torrents
As time and sight increase duel
Hopes of millions lean on everyday
Parties get polarized to the sides of war
War reflects the only longing of men!
The ravages pile up in friction of besieged humanity
And yet no regret the conscience continue
Flogging though.
Even yet people indulge in dream
Yet they get defeated in the battle of life's gamble
They take parade ahead shouting slogan of rights
Blood continues to flow in the altar of truth
Struggle every now and then, every moment nothing
But we are at war, dreamless, hopeless
No pronouncement from the heart, no sense of liberty
The flag defiled, blood foretell the future
Vendetta makes the lesson of children
To be learnt of the proxy war.
They take lesson in continuing bloodletting song
From the Stone Age to this post modernity
From firestone to gun powder or even something more
The new man burns his hand in flaming fire.
The home is like a naked refueling station
A child holds the switch insane
The lamps of civilization have to be lit up at will.
With one hand holding high philosophy of civilization
And the other stick of gun-powder
War, however, does not stop this way. |
Yet Imprisoned
Always with You!
Peace is awaited round the year
Yet imprisoned ever with sufferings
Miss Peace is gang raped and her father
A helpless creature undernourished
And without spine keep tormenting.
The earth has gone barren, punished
On charge of over breeding.
The rain comes in out of season
And unfriendly goes the atmosphere
The futile efforts yet go on to milk a hostile cow.
The poisonous vermin colonizes shoulder of oxen
Undisturbed and yet
The peace is awaited round the year.
The meaningless debate rages on
The order of greatness of religion
Who shall have the privilege Buddhist or Christian?
What the housebreaker should have in punishment
The rogue social leader holds the trial.
Raze the squatters for its stench
And the flesh dealers howls
The child porter groans under loads
The greased palms never produce correct account
O Agony! O sufferings, imprisoned ever with you
Alas! Peace you are awaited yet all the year round. |
Only Death Can
Take Away These Feelings
Here I stand on space exclusively mine
Remove me if you can
Here I stand with my ears erect
Take a grab at it, if you can
These feet have delineated for me
My piece of land, you may scare me
If you dare with your canine mercenary.
They keep moving round the periphery
Craving stale piece of meat for
And vest fealty into those that give away
Their daily dole twice.
The piece of land that belong to me, to my father
His father must bear of course seal of genuine love
However the number of opportunists swell
However, enormous the mobilization of vulture gang around
I won't share the love of it with anybody else
Just here I stand transfixed before the graves of my ancestors
Remove me, if you dare.
Take away if you can
As I stand under the tunic of my mother
From my heart I have called you my mother
From my faith I knew you my father
Only death can take away these feelings. |
Home-coming
O mother! Blood is still shade on the streets
Vulture's sits still atop hour home
Still the steal of our crops afield
Dewdrops still echo the saddest song
The rent for oxen goes up in the cattle shed
The traitors harvest crops golden in liberated land
Dreams cry around immortal Twenty First
Men defile the body of martyrs as they wish
The flag burns in silence
Every serene morn I face gun powder
The enemies yet surround us
We cannot come back home
With lamps in hand.
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The Forbidden Bow!
Lipsticks go dear
Men lining up the brothel swell
Price of provisions soar high
Is population growing faster?
No, not all
It is not the yardstick, I swear!
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A Proclamation
War goes on here
Mankind starves there!
Arms bazaar on the flourish here
Hunger groans over there
And between the poles I am caught afire
We have no strife, then we don't have
Freedom either.
Slogans of democracy stir up here
And their bloodstain takes over
One sees the castle of peace
The other has the flame of fire
War goes on here
Mankind starves there!
War breeds destitute, destruction here
But bottle-feed capitalism somewhere
I cease to be there where war rages on
So are we all, for will be never! |
Buying Little Peace
To buy a little Peace
It takes savings a dozen of years!
Nothing is so precious on the Earth.
To sell a little piece
For a little bit of suffering
One has to offer the whole lot of wares
A collection of a dozen years!
May be it would require a dozen more
It is no wonder! |
Awake Bangladesh
Wake up Bangladesh
and Flash in flames
Hold gold medals in your hands
Swinging in autumn wind
Reach for and touch the nose pin
Of the farm maiden
With dew drops of morn stuck to legs
Kiss Polash in the lips
And make some deadly love
At long intervals
Let the coitus be intimate ever
Let the embrace of the turrets even closer
In butterfly colour.
Come on; awake from the long slumber
The liberated water freely pours on
The body of the young lady from the shower
The marine obsession lets civic sense in tatter
Let this spring be the singing girl
The Shahid Minar on the beautiful book cover
Wear poster on its bosom in thousand verses
Awake Bangladesh in this spring
Have a sleepless night in the folds of yellow Saree
And try to explore the charms immeasurable.
The entire highway way up colored pomegranate
Turned covered with stains of pains in bitumen
Stooping love today does not understand politeness
The martyr's memorial shaking in war of conscience
Shall find today its peripheral line
Brides' veil goes covered with Polash presents
Touch her and, you'll see
Birds of dawns are sitting on the windowpane. |
Time Not Understood
Little girl grows with time
Reaches youth
Time is not understood.
Little girl grows with time
Fights button of her dress
And easily forget her teen age
Time is not understood.
She reaches her youth.
Boys sports new blood
Shed teen age outfit
But .... the time is not understood!
Boys and boys stand
Face to face before the change!
Time stay yet not understood! |
No One But Nandini Knows
Only Nandini Knows
The amorous sports of fish in the water
The intimate pollen in the bosom of blooming flower
No one but Nandini has key
To the mystery of atomic things
Embryonic sprouting seed from under the earth.
No one but Nandini seeks
The symmetry of metre and tune
The tale of bodies in between.
No one but Nandini gets
Earthy smells in boughs of hair
Captured sight inside eye.
Nandini can, if no one
Square off accounts of day and night
Walking alone in the moonlit path.
No one but Nandini has taken
Note of lovelorn and the beloved
Of flushing blood in the heart.
No one but Nandini forgets
Intense joy, the tweak of nails on bosom
No one but Nandini knows
To return and meet heart again and again. |
The Blood Asserts
I want the accounts settled in dollars
For Sakhina's Last Journey!
The simple burial in Grey cotton cloth
I have grave objection to scented fumes
Your honour, I beseech
You take immediate action.
Hold the Give and take of flowers
From this day on.
Proclaim immediately through
The mass media: ` The child of Sakhina'
Safe and secure.
And you'll see, how I fill in
The melancholy cove
With fresh bouquets of flower.
So, Learned Council please
Make an urgent consideration.
From this day on
All shops - grocery or chicken store whatever
Issue white papers immediately
In the front page of the dailies
That the child of Sakhina has food enough at least
And, You'll se how the golden crops
Swings in joy in the autumn air.
So Learned Council, do something right now! |
Elegy for Diana
Underneath your smiling face, Princess
You wore so much anguish and suffering
But I had a dreamy vision of future
I had seen only a few rose petals
Spread in your heavenly whiteness
Full flowering was hardly awaited ever
`Cause it was so assured and no other fragrance
Sweeter filled in my bosom
The golden bowl was full of pure love for you.
And you left in all the dots on the world atlas
Stained with dark spots of pain written
The definition of love.
With your open, affectionate hands
Embraced all those black children
That faced the dreaded fate for which
They had committed no sin!
I have witnessed dumb-found how
You have taken those emaciated bodies
In motherly embrace
And that way you have cleared the dues
Of humanity supreme.
You had torn apart the shackle
Of your own feet to scare off the menace of land mine
That would have traumatized lives
That would blown away the limbs
Like papers torn and, humanity dehumanized.
The southerly breeze had just started blowing
For, somehow you knew the earth has gone
Barren of love.
So you have broken bond so loveless
On a journey in search of love as ever you crave! |
Now I Seek Peace
War no more, I seek peace
Peace — calm and quiet like milk white catkin
Like pigeons flying in the blue sky
Like grazing cow in the field wide open.
I seek peace like these
Like sweet fragrance of night jasmine
The autumn flower that embrace dropping dews
And the rose petals that diffuse fragrance
While dropping downward.
I want that kind of peace.
I seek peace of gallinule tiptoeing
Inside aquatic Kalmi cluster.
I seek the peace
Of bamboo groves drooping in affection
The peace in which the spring go down
In meandering cascades
I seek the very peace
Like the quiet of sunset at the boundless sea.
The way the fire bugs fly like twinkling stars
I want that peace.
The peace of accumulated ice on the Himalyas
Let such peace issue forth
From the blade of plough
Let peace pour in shower
From the innocent love of the virgin maid.
Let peace build edifice
With the ten fingers of the youth
I seek peace infallible like the articulate
Recital of poems.
I seek peace of the tunic of my mother
Peace as first love letter from the beloved
So farewell to arms, I seek peace
Peace — calm and quiet like milk-white catkin. |
These Tales of Love
Unknown to them
Blood is red
The smell of wet earth is rustic
Let that earth belong either of Vietnam or Bangla
Let the people of Russia or Canada
The blood could not have a different colour
The earth had no different smell
And yet, the people got divided
to serve their selfish end.
Their land fragments in oddly Vanity Fair
The colour of mind is unknown
The loving eyes shower love nectar
The fair woman in love
Make home with a black or coloured
The orchid alien also blossoms in Bangladesh
The love of the land unknown
Stained in the same colour
Should be kissed free!
So let there be free movement of lovers
As the river flows ceaseless beyond the borders
And yet men have divided water and land
By barbed wire fencing where creepers
From the two divided lands thrive on
Sometimes, even, embrace in flowery garlands.
But these tales of love are unknown to men
So, hectic war preparation goes on
Men use deadly weapon to kill only homo sapien! |
Well-off Now
In A Far Away Hamlet
Birth of man has a history
Perhaps, love has not.
I had raised the question over and over
To my father and grandfather
I had received no answer
Father left home often in search of love
My mother made the quest to her best
Inside home.
My grandfather went out one day
With broken row in search of love
But never came back home.
The river had embraced him we came to know.
And we were out on an oath
To seek love and return home with
We did came indeed but with bloody nose
This me have failed to diagnose traits of love
From the experience of my parentage!
But was it a crime, indeed?
Was the abdication of Edward was madness?
Laili-Majnu, Shirin-Farhad were mere fables
Love is a paradox, built in innate pains.
Now the slogan is against the new life to be born
The rallying cry is kill embryos!
But slogan mongers are lacking slogans
Against bombs and gun powders!
Everyday shameless planning of infanticide
Is going on with a thriving market of contraceptives
The name of the game: democracy is getting
Momentum around with rattling arms and spilling blood
The terrorism is getting fatter with mass killing
And gang rapes, love go without reward!
The father of Atomic Bomb, of course, have reward.
The land that had promised us protection
Bear the horrible atomic scar.
The sea water that had promised to hold our tears
In the bosom that has been defiled.
Now, the land of grandfather has gone against us
The waterholes of father are hostile
Motherly crops have refused us
And love, perhaps, is well -off
In some far away hamlet. |
Life and Time
Life ....
A winding path through the meadow
A body covered in dust
Kadamtala crossing - over the tracts of wild grass
The dancing catkin droop in affection just.
Life ....
A large water body, a pure bath in flowing water
Drenching the smooth surface of brownish skin
With rainwater by two hands.
All are in right setting
The garden laid out, out of sight
Memoir kiss on the coloured lips of butterfly
The correct pronouncement of beauty
Breaking a moment of morning glory
Now I find all mistaken.
Life is a single run of ` given moments'
It just picks up a few obligations
In this world mundane.
Sorrow indulges in nostalgia of pain
And, before it knows about the parting time
The last post of the bugle is blown.
The made out home is left alone
With sweet smell of jasmine still afresh
The pet parrot in lovely cage keeps pecking
At the red pepper
Pathos in the violin sounds out
In the time recorder.
The parting is not know
Nobody knows how long it is going to be
Nobody understands the measure of time.
If a hundred meter tape was found
It would have been all the better. |
The Vermin Defiles
The Free Land
It was to stand out
Not to make twist and turn.
The red festoon, the blue poster speak out
It was to be honoured, not pampered with
The understanding was: the swan shall lay eggs
The King shall have them above all.
They shall be round shaped like the Earth always
And roll over and over - a football does.
How much money they sniff out
All the lasses have it in their lesson.
They go beyond the limit
The Razakar pillage free land
There are so many hopes are in pawn
With this affliction.
Should this go unabated?
We are offended sure! |
Four Women
Alo from south Bengal
Had traumatic tale
She was raped before
She was a blooming rose
and the sweet fragrance was lost in the wildest wood.
Renu from North Bengal
Had long bizarre journey in the world
of survival
In one sleepless night
Her sex organ was |
My Poem That Was!
For a chubby poetry spotless
Pen and papers continues
Intimate friendship.
So many nights have gone sleepless
Against wish, so many wrinkles all around
This pen and that ... a lot of change
But alas! I could not set the words sharp
In the line of my verse.
I sought freedom of people
And I see them in chains everywhere!
The hunger, want, food and cloth -- these words
I don't see eloquent in the poet's pen.
The verdure green, the countryside, the golden crops
In horizon are not enjoyed by those that bring forth.
As if the pests and rodents have a grab on them
The embryo in the seed fails even breeding
The whole day passes away for a good catch
The bait is eaten up time and again by species trash
The big catches stay deep down the fathomless water
The blind men stumbles often in the street
Some ruthless pundit is seen out
With white cane in hand.
The orgy takes place on the bosom
Of pregnant woman.
The sex organ of dissected dead body
Of woman is often defiled afresh
The adulterous male goes on his adventure
Keeping his love in waiting
And we listen to day and night the war cry
For liberty.
The heartless bullet shed blood in the streets yet
Though the verses of poem are still indigent
And whenever I write I see my poem
A worst offender of blind fateful lane.
The pages of poetry is soiled with spilled semen
The breasts or hips fill in the lines.
My poem is yet the Five Star Bangkok Hotel
My poem is yet the midnight Gulshan or Banani . |
For Lying Once Only
For lying once only
My favorite teacher gave me five lashes
Now I understand I need five more
Because I could not turn fully truthful
I forgot some of the letters both consonant and vowel
And this forgetfulness was the sign of weak memory
Today I feel I ought to have forgotten more letters
For, I suffer much for use of words in excess
In my childhood days I used to
Pester my mother too much!
Today I feel a big blunder was made in silence
Because now, most people keep badgering me.
There was big tank close to our house
There was a mango tree on its bank
I ordered our gardener to climb on the tree
I was just fascinated to see how smooth
He was climbing on, I felt an weakness
In and outside me for, I have
To go up and down stairs often now.
The banana plant was my company
Whenever I swam under the water
On his bosom I used to swim across the tank.
Now I feel the banana plant has harmed me much
Because, I am haunted day and night with fear of
Floating away in floods.
Shaving was unnecessary in my boyhood though
I had wounded my innocent skin
Now I see that were wrong
For, hair and nail keep growing even faster.
Nila or Madhabi ? -- with this paradox
The golden age had gone!
Now I understand there no mathematical rule
of love, for it is difficult indeed
touching at blue eye formula wise. |
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