Sing in sharp tunes,
Wild branches roar in the crazy winds;
Squirrels play hide and seek all times,
Monkeys scream in restless voices,
Gazelles run being chased by foxes,
Vultures look for dead bodies;
Poor wood cutters seek breads,
Honey collectors chase the bees,
Visitors seen fear of wild beasts
As sounds strange the wilderness;
On the mat of the soft grasses
Swinging in the crazy winds
Singing with wild birds
With natural pleasure and happiness
I also want to pass
A day near the green woods,
Living in hard concrete house
Sometimes urgently I wish.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 10 August, 2018