Murder
Yesterday The Himalayas was killed
The Himalayas cherished to enjoy touch
with the china rose sun by ten fingers before death
In its static valley, blusterous sound is created
by that abandoned reflection-
that were lines of its favorite poetry once.
The sea will be killed, the mountain will be killed
Flower will be killed and butterfly also
as the migratory winter birds and teals are killed!
Last night a full moon was shattered
It said loudly before termination
Oh The Earth, listen, I have come to know today
A deep black young lady dark night
kept dream fetus of bud moon in her hidden womb
Then I am perfect fulfill little by little.
Move Away
Move away from the anterior, have to go far-away
Water that has no river or as like river without water
will mix up with the underground and the sea.
The kite which has flown by cutting yarn
in the far more another sky crossing the limit of the sky
Who locks it under vacant bondage,
What is that destiny?
The sky without birds and life of birds without the sky
If they down stair leaving out the horizon what loss then be?
By forgetting family Life of tree or usage of wings
if learn how to swim-
What loss then if erasing ignoring spots
lonely way without pedestrians
walks on the eternal way to another way.
Life of Top
Feeling across the horizontal solitude in affection and amazement
with the taste of detachment today
In this time where eyes become wet with softened emotion
Oh river ! Will you accompany me? I shall also be travel companion
Would like to be another lingering passage as way behind !
Day compiling with blunder, I think so many times
Will go to tree bypassing failures and touch some shadow and sunlight
Then tree says, be patient and spread roots!
This voluminous time not having love
Which one day became dream companion for giving perfection to willingness having no responsibility on whose fingering touch today is the day of coming back
witness that he is another different person!
No hindrance no bond , no slave no independent like half truth
Why then this wave of softened emotion for her?
Why frequently like to arouse another dynamic earth
like dear and holy moment in all over her body.
Where is that sea concentrating to woe of the soul?
golden island on whose awaiting chest, opening flow of love
and printed eyelid flawlessly Like to leave out all refused fire
for amalgamation of her love and amour.
Now a days own shadow seems to be corroborated deceiver
Nonetheless in the phase of optimistic thought
being concluded in a concealed death following resurgence continuously;
When be more nostalgic, life of top idles away in the finger of inertia of mind.
Transcreated by Kazi Rahim Shahriar
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