The water of your heart

Caught me on the screenWanting to step forwardBut I found my selfAt the bottom of the stepAs I had to do hard workIn the backyard in an honest way,But many immoral and mean influencesMake my steps hard to take

Or logic in poetryThere is noneBetween the twoIs poetry in rhymesOr rhymes in poetryNo one, between the twoMay be all the four is rightOr none is correctNow poetrySearches beauty in uglinessLogic in illogical thingsOr in anti-logicsPoetry is in thoughtAnd expressionThe thoughtMust be expressedIn the best possible wayIn that way is the way of poetry

Do not open your heartWhose job is to play a gameDo not give your poemTo people who can not write even a quatrainBut become experts in throwing wordsIn a chat or at a tea stallBut when askedTo say something in black and whiteThen they go completely to be an idiot.

Nor a fresh flowerFrom a gardenYet the vase of the my heartLike a JapaneseI decorateWith the gift you gaveIn the form of hurtI let itBloom from bud into a flowerAnd very carefullyAll the time I look afterI protect itFrom the scorching sunDaily in the morning I give waterIn every momentI smell its intoxicating fragranceThe moon…

আর পাহাড় থেকে নেমে এলো এতো জলতার কিছু উল্লেখ না করেইআবার বসে পড়লে গোধূলিতেআর চাইতে লাগলেসাগর উচ্ছতায় ক্ষুধা আর পাহাড় গভীরতায় তৃষ্ণা নিয়েকিন্তু কি কোন দিন ভেবে দেখেছ,রেখেছ কি খেয়াল?ভুল ক্রমে তোমার দোয়া যদি ফলে পরিণত হয়ে যায় আরতোমার বিস্তৃতি যদি হয়ে যায় আকাশের মতোতাহলে কি হবে তোমার হাল?তাই আমি বলছিলামঅসীম মমতার কাছে ওভাবে চেওনাধরনটিও…

Then you might not write poetryBut if I were youThen definitely I would leave all comfort and luxuryAnd involve myself to save the honor of whole nationEven I would eat grassYet I would give to the government extra tax for defenseAnd wake the nation to force the national leadersTo take the policy: military first.This is…