any more than the leaves
in autumn. As they turn gold
crimson and orange they break off
from the tree and fall.

I can’t hold on
any more than the emerging
butterfly from the safety of
the chrysalis. My budding wings
have spurred me to fly. If I hold on
I'll only die.

I can't hold on
any more than a snake shedding
his old skin. No longer can it stretch
to fit this body. It's thin and worn. And I
can't grow under a cloak with holes. It’d rot
the fibers of my soul.

Today the shady grove is full of flowers
what was surrounded only in sins!
Everyone's heart is swaying with joy
after came true the dream of a hundred years.

Today the promise is at the top
There're no tears but only relief!

There was- the courage of mothers,
the patience of new brides,
the pain of losing smiles of sisters
and the sacrifice of  Bengali!

How insomnia and starvation!
How thirst panic and self-numb!
Finally, the sun has smiled at the nation
and young heroes are happy in triumph!

I would like to sing
in the morning
like a wild bird
You can take my song
as your rousing
or leave me a gird!

I sing not to make you jocular
I sing not to make you bother
I sing, 'cause it's my nature!

I would like to fly
in the vast sky
on my own wings
You can be jealous
but I am endless
with all my feelings.

I sing for the green nature
I sing for the flowing river
I can sing, it's my pleasure!

I like to be free from
one tree to another tree,
where I find happiness.
You can be like me
if you want to be.
The space is boundless!

there was a new guy in the park
among the homeless

He arrived just after the mayor had
eradicated all
the tents and improvised huts

and it was easy to spot him
He was the one who
always had a book in his hand, always
reading

"Check out the new guy," they
said. "An intellectual. Heh, hey buddy,
what you reading that for? Not like
you gonna get a degree that'll take
your *** outta here anytime soon. Haaahahah!"

He was reading his own poems
from a time when
he was young and his dreams were
still alive

Today nothing was alive
but misery itself