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Hakikur Rahman Jun 2022
Alas, the stagnant past,
Fell into utter darkness.
The heart is pounding,
Opening the closed door.

Alas, the starving past,
Ability is very limited.
The policy is worn out,
Thin and lean in half bed.

Alas, the unspoken past,
Written with an unclear mind.
From a lonely God,
Avatar of deviation.

Alas, the faded past,
The attainment is inlaid.
Deluded with situation comedies,
Worn out in childishness.
Hakikur Rahman Jun 2022
Oh, wearing sapphire,
Who goes there walking in heavy rain?
Kadamba and *****-pine are blooming in the garden.

Come on in a  hefty watery rainy day,
What is the melody ringing in my heart!
Would I be able to recognize her?

Thick cloud is kissing the blue sky,
Looking at them with flashing eye-
Gardenia is swaying in the south wind below.

Where are you going placing morning glory on the chignon?
I just sat there with mirthless heart-
The tide rises again in the ever-flowing river.
Hakikur Rahman Jun 2022
Ministers-Advisers, forgetting the differences of the tribe,
Put humanity above all.

Sprinkle the heated earth
With the song of equality,
May the wind of peace blow
Across all soul.

Promote thought-consciousness
Extend the hand of cooperation,
The light of non-violence ignites in the heart
Success comes every morning.

Enrich every heart of this planet
Let there be peace,
Fill all around in sympathy
Remove all confusion.
Hakikur Rahman Jun 2022
Suddenly the wind sways
The flower of Nymphaeaceae shook-
The girl wearing azure blue sari came,
Pull it out of the water with both hands,
It will become food before the mass noon terminates.

They came from Maltigaon
How many children, old and young, emptying the village,
They too have jumped into the lake like that,
Carp, Snakehead, Shoal, Mullet
Whatever it is, it will be lost today,
All empty before the rage of the clouds.

Hanging on reed branches
The Kingfisher is also in oblivion-
There is nothing left for dinner.

Meanwhile the neglected *****,
Dry sighs and wants to drink from the sky,
Some say, "I want to breathe a sigh of relief!"
In lieu of the World Environment Day.
Hakikur Rahman Jun 2022
The daughter of water is running towards the home
After taking a shower in the sea water,
Bland shades thus looks towards
To see her, passionately.

The drunken wind is blowing there
Spreading her body odor,
The silver anklet is playing on the feet
The mind-soul is pacified.

Rubbing collyrium in her two eyes
Bunch of flowers in her chignon,
She is walking on red feet by painting with lack-dye
A white flower pendant in the ear.

Which crystal water filled the eyes
What a deep love there,
Gallinules are singing in unison
Her body is filled with gold color.
Dedicated to the tribal beauties of the Bengal.
Hakikur Rahman Jun 2022
The deep forest calls out,
In the tenderness of the leaves
What an illusion is involved.

The murmur of dried leaves
Blow in which tune,
Hijal, tamal, in the shade of shawl
Called away in a remote place.

Curved narrow paths
Merged into an unknown border,
Green forest surrounded by shade
Prate by prying.

The dew of the grass wraps around the feet
Still walking randomly,
The rainbow came and filled my heart
I want to return to her embrace.
(Hijal- barringtonia acutangula,
Tamal- cinnamomum tamala,
Shawl- shorea robusta)
Hakikur Rahman May 2022
Suddenly the farewell bell rang,
Who or what will be lost forever
Gave the advance message.

The eagle that flies alone in the sky,
Or the old vulture perched on a palm tree,
Or the memories arranged in the middle of the heart.

Standing in the shade of a tree,
The whole world revolved unexpectedly,
And according to Newton's third law-
Every action is like an equal and opposite reaction,
The activities shifted.

Suddenly again,
Wind, clouds, sunshine, rain, storm,
All the matches became one.
And standing at the crossroads,
The emaciated, hungry child cried and said:
"I want a handful of food!"
In memory of my good friend Bill Manning.
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