Sometimes they two come in afternoon
Secluded, sit in park on the grass,
Holding each other hands or kisses the dark
Unfasten the umbrella. Often
Hug
Or at times bit in very conceal
From some anonymous island
Extracting light from enigma or deep abyss
Of gem, as if dive in a wink by pop
Alone in... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

My fickle two years grandson very extremely
Moves always, the whole flat for him
Impossible to keep tidy, everything becomes
At one glance topsy-turvy. On the bed
He jumps being a wild Tarzan. With tiny legs
He kicks red balls often, and sometimes on the punt
rows or sometimes chases furiously with gun
Abruptly towards me. I... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

You read foreign poem in mild light
In recluse drawing room. I was sitting beside you
Sound trap; the phrases were fallen as fallen leaves
Were flying with your consummate remembrance. Oh gritty.
It seems at the moment you’re smooth, daughter of wisdom,
Telling compulsive tone in poem running me
Taking far shadowy mansion, who... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

Suddenly I reached one day; without preparation
A slight, prolonged Rush young path clam
Shows the way silently, I walk with shadow,
Flower is chanting noiselessly, bird sings psalm.
Lie down alone under the grass, too alone poet
Much cuddle with heart secretly. The search
Would not get easily in uncaring grave, but daily
Where benumbed cosmos... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

The Substantial Man is not liked by me at all.
Seven-colored winged cap on his head, two keekers
Immensely crimson; gazing at him apparently
All the time carrying perilous things in entity.
Fire ingests and the essence of hemlock
Is drunk. He never speaks to anybody, in a troop
Of people procedure of being silence... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

Whistling sound is waving into air; the train is crawling like a snake going through —villas, hills, sometimes over the bridge. Mr. Travel is coming to waiting room; mist and fume can’t be separate when his beard covered face with bald head peeked from platform no 9. He has come... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

Walking along the road concealing
“What’s up, hey, tell me what’s up”
Tree, Birds ask, I replied —
Demotivated Poet choked closed post house.

N.B: Translated from Shamsur Rahman’s poetry
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The butterfly was in my room whole night
Like a dot on a nook of the wall silently.
In this room I shelter it unknowingly.
By reading book, writing something and sleeping whole night
Has passed, I did not observed it at all.
Being unconscious about existence of each other
Whole night we were in the... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

My mother suddenly decided to wash all of warm cloths; therefore, she is in washroom till morning. She is washing blankets and sweaters, and the apple of my mother’s eye Lily, my elder sister obeying her order. She has gone on... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

Aren’t you promise me?
You would be the cloud of remote sky;
Now I become rain so that can palp you.

Aren’t you promise me?
You would be the glimpse of dawn;
Now I become twilight so that can pamper you.

The uncured scratches of my body
Bestowed by you, last night speak-
Still I... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

In the midst of dusk on the zigzag path
After noon's nap, I walk in vain.
Nothing but the humming of Mosquito
makes cloud above my brain.
Overcast silence saddened me, though
I relish the scream of solitude.
My loneliness then stands beside me
holds my tip of finger with servitude.
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SONGS OF SOLILOQUY

Nothing to be done!
When the empty shrine doesn’t evacuated one’s relief,
When poetry is not sharpen as slim sandwich slice,
When Mammon is not be worshiped by slums,
When Capitalism devours corpses of soul,
When the black cat needs citadel;
Crystallized Crimson rushes out sparsely
Screaming-
No more, No more, No more.

O, Nothing to... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

LIVING WITH EMPTINESS
In the constellation of masses
My shadow is rarely optic;
In the obscurity of dusk I feel
I’m alive when I breathe. বাকিটুকু পড়ুন

Double Eyes
His eyes are magnificent,
My repressed feelings burst out
though it is not purified acceptance.
These feelings not come often
I’ve got lots of love what feelings
Works for;
I’ve never felt that before-
His is not marvelous handsome, though.
This semester begins with this intoxication
As his eyes are blooming;
Sure wipe out... বাকিটুকু পড়ুন