Why do we, like gypsies,
from place to place roam?
See, birds fly; before night
they come back in nest;
Only we have no home
on earth to take rest.’
How do I tell my kids:
one day I too had
a country; when I remember
it, I feel so sad!
How do I tell them: the
rich robbers of earth,
like dragons, have swallowed
the place of my birth?
They come in the name of
democracy; so
we salute them, because
to democracy, who can say ‘No’?
And a spring may turn into a stoneif it gets such a blow.You only know how to transforma spring into a stone;you do not know how to transforma stone into a spring.
loveto win a heart.
with skeleton.Body is a must for our existence;But nobody falls in love with bodyif there lies no soul.
My sorrow-Now I do not know you.My sorrow-Once I loved you.My sorrow-Now I do not love you.
Taking sword in hand;Light is fleeing raising its tail.The decorated dream-city will lose itsElectricity for ever;In all directions, the slogan of hyenasWill be heard only.Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree,I asked Gautama Buddha,‘By tasting which poisonous fruit,Have your disciplesbecome insaneAnd have been involved in massacreIn Myanmar? ‘Hanging his head, said Gautama, ‘Darkness.’Going to Bethlehem,…
How many immortal pictures you have drawn, o Joinul!How many songs you have composed, o Nazrul!Bangabandhu throughout his whole lifeHas written only one poem -‘Bangladesh’.Only one song he has sung with the tune of heartAnd only one picture he has drawn-‘Bangladesh’.
