All which appear always are not fair
Sometimes best of the best
Left in the lurch and lost to disappear
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High morality
Both comes from the levelSAMEFrom where comesBoth softness and tears.
With my two ears and two eyes
And my poems were longNow I grow a third eye on my sideburnIn a few words now I throwAnd shorter become my poemsThe screen was darker beforeNow it is dazzlingWith the rare reflection that I cast upon.
রহস্য
কোন ধর্ম বিশ্বাসের মতো নিতেই পারতো কোন নামসে হতেই পারতোকোন হিংস্র জন্তু, নিরিহ অশ্রু কিংবা প্রলয়কারী ঝড়কিন্তু কিছুই সে হয়নি সেরকমএকবার অতি আগ্রহে জানতে চেয়েওসে কিছুই বলেনিআমার দিকে তাকিয়ে ছেড়েছিল শুধু একটি দীর্ঘনিঃশ্বাসআজকে আমি জেনেছিকিন্তু রহস্য উন্মোচন করবার অধিকার না দিয়েইসে আমাকে ছেড়ে চলে গেছে অনেকদিন আগেই ।
In my den one day came the sun,
Now, he does not suffer the pain like beforeOut of his constant burningNor has he to stop to give to his beloved earthThe continuous flow of required heat and lightIf you wish, all of you may come to my houseI know the path short cut how to riseHave the fun, joy and ecstasyAll the luxuries…
I turn pages after pages
In the hectic parlays, somewhereI lose the pageWith the most poetic lineAmong the poems of wonderWith all the glory of depth and structureI run my brush with all the desiresTo paint the leaf of my dreamIn the unknown darkness somewhereI miss the pictureWith the lustre of linesAmong the master piecesWith all the grandeur of beauty…
I run a brush
But among the glistering linesI get a picture, staticOn that I write a poemBut among the poetic linesI miss the meaning of the soundSo I sing it in a full throatThough I get majestic tuneBut among the noises of wonderful musicI lose the agony of a falling leaf.