Strange Fear

Or a mold of red clay, full of bloodOr just a frame with bone and fleshBut that is not true me with a head.In that head I contain somethingAnd occasionally I bring that forthYou may know the man by nameBut you know not my intrinsic worth.Essence of life may be many a thingTo one but…

Or a failure that crashes like the heap of wasteThe poems which contain continuous imaginationAnd have abnormal epithets like the tongue of fireNo doubt, at the beginning we may get sensationLater we feel like burning of our sensesAnd suffer like mental tortureThe reality in a piece of prose or in a reportIt does not cut…

In the hours when the sun does not go to setAnd the moon does not wake up from her sleepWhat a scene it was like a wonderful dreamFrom the masses she appears with a smileEclipsing all the tiredness and the lethargyOf the day that I got imprinted on my faceHer smile was like an overflowing…

কাটতে পাড়লাম যে কোন দাগ!যারা দাগ কাটতে বাঁধা হয়ে দাড়ায়তাদের উপর হয় বড়ো রাগরাগ হয় নিজের উপরেওআছড়ে আছড়ে পড়ে রাগ বাতের ব্যথাতেওসময়ে সময়ে অনুভব করি সময়ের বড় অভাবঅভাব আছে শব্দেআছে অভাব সূক্ষ্ম অনুভূতিতেভাবে ধার দিতে বন্ধ করেছি কথা বলাসঙ্গ ছেড়েছি সকল স্থূলতারএকা একা ছুটে বেড়াই ক্ষেত খামার নদী নালাহাতড়ে বেড়াই পাহাড়ের শৃঙ্গ আর সমুদ্রের গহ্বরতুলে…

And sense uneasinessBut could not find out what’s the causeWhat make me restless?I used to look up at others’ faceAnd talk too much to impressBut in reality I ended upLosing my much needed confidenceI never realized what actually calledInner power, inner strengthOn my work I could not concentrateAnd never had I worked with full potentialityBut…

Let alone few menAs we are unknown to ourselvesIn that senseWe are facing strangersAt every momentIn this strange worldWe behave like ourselvesAnd we just imitateThe stranger in usTo avoid troubleDo as Romanians doWhen you are in RomeBut what will you doWhen a RomanianComes to your home?Keep doing as you are in Rome.