Not to take anything
But to give you my all
You did not take
As I, like a beggar, did not shout my trade cry.
You would take
If I were a son of king
But you would be astonished to know
At every night the king comes to my house to learn
How to differentiate between fake and genuine
You did not take
As I could not throw some catching smiles
And spread some web of glittering pearls
But you would be surprised to know
How I cried at deep night to be tucked pure and original
And forget with much difficulty after a decadeBut police killing? A Heinous crimeA blot upon democracy, a black spot on humanityI abhor I detest and will never forget before a centuryBut killing someoneOn the basis of collective consciousness?Holy Lord! Never! Never! Until the civilization has not been destroyed.
একটি মন খারাপের আর একটি মন খারাপনা চাইতেই পেলাম একটি বেদনার ইমারত,লিখিব কি আর ভালোবাসা বা প্রেমের কবিতা?কেননা কষ্টের কবিতা আমি লিখতে চাই নাযদিও সে গুলি ছিল আমার আগুন দিয়ে শেখাতবু বুজেছি জীবন মানে কিন্তু বিষণ্ণতা না,তারা করুক যারা করছে আজ অত্যাচার বর্বরতাকেননা তারা শক্তিতে বড়ই দুর্বল বা কমজোরপ্রতিশোধ তাদের কাছে একটি শব্দ, এক রঙা…
Revolted against their respective governmentFor the inaction to ameliorateThe sorry plight of PalestiniansAnd this secret revolution is doneWithout shedding a drop of bloodAfter reading a poem of a poetFrom a far off landAnd they all elected a manTo the post called ‘’khalifa ‘’Under his single commandNow work soldiers in total five millionAnd whoever came in…
And spell its each letterLike I peel a fruitA smell of life I get in my nostrilsBefore I complete the first syllableEach letter is a layerPaves the way to form a phaseTill I reach to a syllableTo have a pauseBefore I take the stressThe sound it producesResonates with the tune of lifeCasting a deadly spell…
Still I find you a squib damp dump.The gray matter remains nimble numb.Poet to poet, poetry to poetryYou praise and praise.Fragile domestic docile humble gullible-No question learn to raise.Neither spark nor sharp dole out dullDelight dashed whether you push or pull.
whitethey have no power of thunderingno water to pouron the thirsty mindsof the gatheringconfused i stoodon the stageto avoid this awkwardnessi give a wide smileand saidif i know anythingexcept poetry that isi can defend well my religionand my countrythis i am doing since my child hoodbut alas! they sayi do not belong to themi am…
