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Hakikur Rahman Jul 2022
Finally,
She sits on the bench,
Tried to take a breath of calm -
All marginal needs
Pledged to time,
With any long distance train
Like running without a whistle,
It will suddenly stop moving.

Then she will take a walk in the open courtyard.
From where the balcony is loaded with the handle of the bamboo ladder
The open sky can be seen.

Blue sky!
Haven't had a chance to look there for a long time -
From dawn to noon, till the evening lights are lit,
Pick dry wood,
Pushes the kitchen,
Clean the window rust,
Entwined those reed branches,
Washed off the **** from husband's undervest,
By buttoning the eldest son's shirt,
Sew the sleeve of the little girl's dress.

Although a little bit of time arrived;
From where came a stormy crow
Sitting on the courtyard, started yelling-
"I want some food for my hungry stomach!"
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2022
Behold!
Who passes by?

Intricate imagination,
Lifeless thought,
Prolonged burden,
Sudden nightmare?

Someone tried to sing a choir
But, alone
In the middle of nowhere
Perhaps emptiness only surround.

Behold!
Who passes by?

Discarded waiting,
Slender hope,
Bitter expectation,
Tuneless descant?
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2022
Innocent super monstrous empty smile,
That smile is so insidious-
The meaning of which I couldn't find till today,
And it's alike, when did it become stale?

Earthly or death,
Never had time to think about it-
On the perimeter of the dry oasis,
Aimless movement still.

In dark-encrusted salt water, non-invasive transmission
It is as if in a lifeless body, the origin of the heart.

What is memory loss?
I see the crowd of queues,
Or family of migratory birds
Find their nest in the twilight.
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2022
Is the dream finally broken?
Can not be deciphered, the writing of destiny!
Then, wandering towards the stark reality.

In purity of soul, remembering Him,
Determined determination.

In receiving the order,
No more pointless crossings.

What a lust called!
All are illusory, all are mortal,
When the day terminates, all will be covered in deep darkness.

No more the temptation of hypocrisy,
No more, inevitable bleeding of the heart,
O Indestructible!
Permeate my heart,
Unconditional return to You.
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2022
Fagun came back silently
The murmur of falling leaves stopped,
Soul thrilled as the south wind blows
As if nectar flowed from the blue sky.

Countless flowers bloomed in the forest,
Silk cotton, Butea, Bud flowers filled all eyes.

In the colors of Caesalpinia pulcherrima, nature laid out
The elusive earth catch in maroon color,
She looks amazingly glamorous
Fill the heart with joy.

The river flows slowly with murmuring sound
Two eyes are fascinated by the scenery,
Feels proud to describe
The footsteps of poetry are enriched.
Fagun is a month of spring in Bengali calendar.
Hakikur Rahman Jun 2022
The millennium is over,
How much water flows in the river Padma,
Someone keeps track of that!
In this short-lived life,
Filled with ups and downs,
Only waves of pain flow.

I am at the crossroads of tomorrow,
With aspirant hope raising both arms.

Everything is in motionless motion-
All speeches seem to be lost,
All reflections have disappeared,
Only the heart can tell, whom it wants.

Turn around silently,
The mountain of thoughts are in front,
Can they be recognized?
Time flies like a butterfly
Wants to look at the annihilation,
Again searching for what has been lost on the way.
Hakikur Rahman Jun 2022
A group of fireflies,
With longing for life, very quiet
Spread the light in the darkness of the bamboo garden and say,
We wanted to enlighten the whole world like this-

A group of fireflies,
Illuminated,
The house where the unlucky mother turned off the lamp, without any compensation
Till the sky becomes rubicund, by the dawn-

A group of fireflies,
Forgetting arrogance, gathered under the bench of Dukhai's kitchen
Gathered, and brightened with the light,
Until the fire in the oven is re-ignited.

A group of fireflies,
When the gaps in the Mahogany tree vanishes, tell the full-grown moon to fall into the bushes of Phenymansa,
Said, No problem, you get some rest,
We are here to enlighten the earth.

A group of fireflies,
Woke up on the very first morning of the Ekushey,
Shine by exposing the foot of the Martyr Monument,
And they said, sleep in peace,
We are your eternal guardians.

A group of fireflies,
Stay billions of light years away
Accompanying the stars,
Glow all night long
And, became a witness of the eternity.
(Dukhai is a name of an unknown peasant;
Ekushey is the 21st February, it is the martyr’s day in Bangladesh
and observed as the International Language Day;
This poem is dedicated to those 3 millions martyrs during
the independent war of the Bangladesh.)
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