At the juncture of expansion, wandering all the time
In the incarnation of thought, everything seems to be wonderful.

In a thoughtful opinion, the future is unborn
In the sense of consistency, inhabited highways.

In the observation of the eye, the creation of the pasture
In flowing memories, insight awakens.

In moderate space, re-walk, re-walk
In retirement of availability, forgotten remorse.

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.

Give me some light, my love
In a new morning, in the sunshine
I will put it on
And will sale from door to door-

Give me some free air, my dear
It's been a long time, I couldn't take a breath
As if in the middle of the chest,
I will shake my heart in that free air
And I will say back,
Come, all, to this open door—

Give me some rain, my precious
so that I can hide my crying,
The house is tied to any passion
Today it is broken.
So I will try again this monsoon
Again in the old tune-

Give me some relief, my beloved
I could not sleep for a long time, because of the pain of loss
Passed the sleepless dew, for long long,
If you get it, mixing the autumn clouds,
With the starry sky
Will go to sleep
To see memorable dreams.

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!"

Finally,
She sits at the window side,
Tried to breathe a little peace-
Keeping aside all the marginal desires
With a mortgage on time,
With a long-distance train
Like running without a whistle,
Will suddenly stop moving,
Then take a little rest in that open courtyard-
From where the mass of the bamboo scaffolding of the fence
The open sky can be seen.

Blue sky!
She hasn't had time to look that way for a long time.
From dawn to dusk, till the evening light,
Collecting firewood,
Pushing the kitchen,
Cleans rust from old windows,
Gather the reed branches,
Washes the broth stains from husband's vest,
Putting the torn button of the elder boy's shirt,
Sew the sleeve of the little girl's dress ....

Tried to take a little leisure though;
Where did a stormy crow come from?
Sat down on the courtyard and started yelling-
"I want a little food for my hungry stomach!"

(On the eve of the International Mother’s Day:
Dedicated to the marginalized neglected mothers of rural Bengal)

Have you seen how crows row a boat?
Sitting on the corner, and the bull fell on the head!

Have you seen cockroach flying in the sky?
Fire-fly stops light in the night air!

Have you heard what song sings the female fox?
Entellus is taking bath in a pond surrounded by stairs!

Have you heard that sitting squirrel eating timber?
Hornets chasing everyone to the entire field!

Wonder what will happen with the hog-plum wood?
Everyone else on the field is a fake, but the bull!

Which picture you draw will be colorless?
And me! Cannot write anything, but became a poet!

In which allusion of light
Who is that?
Calling me
Come back, come back.

In the dark the birds in all groups
fly in the direction of the light unfurling their wings
with millions of hope is in the chest
Who is that?
Calling me
Come back, come back.

Look back at midnight towards the direction of the light
Sailless boat in the middle of the river
The way days pass by on hoping for hope
Awaken the addiction of receiving
Who is that?
Calling me
Come back, come back.

Came alone, I'll go alone
Keep this in mind
Nothing will work
Relatives and friends.

On the way of coming, on the way of going
What work I have done
The calculation has to be paid
And, it has to be understood today.

Keep this thing in the mind
It is better this way
The path through you are coming and going
Let us ignite some knowledge of light.

Half curved moon rose in the sky
Countless stars awoke,
Light spreads the game of darkness
Flowed eternal stream of the Ganges.

A gentle breeze blows in the air
The soul began to swing,
Heart is in the courtyard of some unknown arena
That cannot be forgotten.

Compact touch of southern breeze continued
Inserted within the heart,
Fireflies in the shade of bamboo gardens
Just opened their eyes
Half curved moon smiles in a sigh……

Floating in the air, the windy breeze
All the tears and smiles were gone.

Like the mist
Floating my memories
The torned wire of the harp
Speech of consciousness
Gave me a summon.

With anxiety, kept the door open
Sit in excitement
Relaxed! Never knew
Hold tight the stir again
Hanging in my neck, the loser’s chain.

A poor soul, asked the eternity-
Can you tell me,
Where is my destiny?

The eternity jingled, mingled
Laughed, puffed
And said, why should I tell you,
In comparison to me
You are so tiny!

The poor soul, finding the response
Cried a lot, but silently
And asked thyself
For an appropriate answer-

Later on realized
The cruelty of fate,
And, thereafter
Remained silent forever.

Suddenly the light flashes in the central sky
With palpitating heart I listen to speech of someone
The appeal comes to go forward
Somehow from the very distant.

Exiting towards the path I proceed
Looking back from the first
This is a new feeling
Hope to find something.

Like the river, she has her way
Somewhere straight, somewhere bent
Likewise, when will life be at the termination
There will be the end of all the calculations.

Listen to the message of arrival
Full of light all around,
With the suffix of developed consciousness
Extending to forward in correct way.

Let go of the decay
Let's get rid of the earthly dirt,
The new sun has risen in the sky
Be full of liveliness.

Everlasting color without ties
Let life begin,
Awakening of the desire to wake up
Let's play the drum of life.

In the awake of the new day
No more stopping,
Ignore the frown of darkness
Win will be snatched.

Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove,
The flame of love is burning there
Which great warrior is singing melodiously?
In the middle of the unobstructed heart, the sound of the anklet jingling.
Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove.

Awake the night, taken the heart,
In the auspicious moment of moonlight
Very silently under the mimusops elengi
Said the words of the stored heart, inseparably.

So to ask, to whom to call in any tune,
The submerged heart remains full
The Jamuna flows exhausted
Even today, with painted eyes, what a picture to draw.

Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove,
The flame of love is burning there
Which great warrior is singing there?
In the middle of the unobstructed heart, the sound of the anklet jingling.

Cuckoo sings on the branch in tunes, are filled with southern bay
Eager to look to the sky, whatever one wants.

Sitting on the bank of a calm lake, the bard in a bored way
After leaving this village, which way will he go?

Woke up in the shining morning, the early sun
Gently opens the eyes, a nocturnal in the forest.

Slowly slowly flows the river, towards the sea
It is going on indefinitely, till it reaches the destination.

Coming and going of magpie, running all over the field
On the dew-drenched grass, the village farmer walks.

Caesalpinia pulcherrima spreads its color, at the moment of Fagun
The sweet fragrance of Amrapali, filled the entire forest.

The little girl woke up, with a smile on her face
I love the face, that is full of affection.

Auspicious gag
Where to place it
Which is the real, which is the fake
Just left to recognize
All auspicious gag.

In the fair of real and fake
Nothing can be known
The real and fake mixes
Leaving the riddle
All auspicious gag.

Do as much as cry
Think as much as you want
Nothing works at all
As much as keep in a shelf
All auspicious gag.

The drizzling wind delights the mind
Snow white cloud floats in blue sky.
The white catkin has covered the forest
Looks like another world.

Morning of autumn is very charming
Drives away pains from the heart.
The martins are playing in the field
Rows of boat are tied in the quay.

The boys and girls are going to the school in groups
The shepherd is running towards the field with the wicker hat on his head.
Farmers thrive in the field with all the sickles
The village wife is washing the child, in the pool pond.

Water lily blossoms in big pond
Jasminum flumie, jasminum sambac and mimusops elengi flower fill with sweet aroma.
Can you ever see this sort of scene, elsewhere?
There is no limit of beauty in the beautiful Bengal.

How many rivers flow
The estuarine estuary of this delta of the Bengal.
Looking at the bewildered beauty
It's not too late to fall in love.

There are gold paddy in the field
On the side of the field, filled with the peasant’s song
The garden is filled with sweet mango
Southern air flows over the mild river.

I heard the shepherd's flute
Joy and smile while playing with the children
Jasmine, belly in flourish
Pankouri and kingfishers are playing in the water.

The bird's are singing on the branches
The dusk dumped in the galaxy in the distance.
I am fascinated by the beauty of Bengal
The water of pleasantness comes down to the cheek.

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.

O human!

Don't be jealous of others
Keep benevolence in your heart.

Kindness cannot be measured by any proportional
The Creator Himself gives the reward.

Remain devoted to human welfare with all the heart
The result is never good in abundant illicit wealth.

The endowment of benevolence is like a sash in this world
The peace that comes to the soul is the deepest.

This is an astounding feeling
On each the page of the memory
Seems, all are arranged
Such an exemplary gown.

Childhood-youth
When is it crossed
How long time is left
Turn around the door of memories
In the words of speech
Let us all be decorated.

Yesterday was gone
Crossed over
Let's keep in mind the tomorrow
When it will fly
Leaving all the illusion
This life is a caged bird.

Birds of the dawn, birds of the dawn
Why are you shouting so loudly-
Before the dawn
How do I keep awake.

It's not the dawn yet
Birds are asleep in their nest-
The dried leaves float in the air
That's what I am observing.

Birds will wake up at first
In the fire of the eastern arch-
Polens will smile with flowers
Painting them silently.

Terrain getting a glimpse of light
The little birdy will sing-
Holding the tail up
Will sing along.

Interval between birth and death,
It is Life
Where is the end of life
It is death.

Life is interim,
Death is everlasting.
No one has the control over life
There is absolutely no control over death too.

Yet, everyone is looking for the meaning of life
Keeping in mind, what will happen, after the death.

Let the white thing be white
Black things are black
Evil is what we know is evil
Good is good.

How much play on the ground
Observing everyday
Evil-good mixed up
All are flowing.

Difference from good to evil
Should be able to recognize
The conscience must be awakened
Without fail.

If the fortune is good
One can see the face of good
So till one has the time
Look for that.

Seeing the light of the elf-fire
Did not lit in my house
the evening lamp,
Although it burns dimly,
Darkness does not cut it.

With great hope,
I thought it would be like this
Life without a light..

I think hopelessly
Where did it go?
Thereafter,
floating in the boat of oblivion
flowing forever
till the eternity.

The bored bard sings on the way
Across the bents of many unknown villages
On the bucolic path full of memories
Where cries and laughs are hidden.

There is no time to stop
The moments passes by the wind
Bard in his melodious tune
Sings about what is hidden in his heart.

The series of the mathematical table-book
Cannot be forgotten anymore
That's how the sweet melody of his
Remains in the middle of the heart.

His life was spent by singing
By the river side of this worldly affairs
That's why always with anxious eyes
Looks back again and again.

Listen to the broken melodies all around
When the bond was snapped
The stream of cataclysm came into the chest.

All the flowers in the garden are laying on the floor
There is no one to pick them up
The heart is full of darkness
Playing there waves of pain.

Shravana stream falls
Filled my eyes
All were washed away in the flash flood
How do I call someone.

When the courtyard has been broken
I could not see anything
Wandering alone in the empty arena
I stopped at the edge of the sunset.

Now you have
Lots of money, wealth
There are happiness around
With happy mind.

How many friends are there?
How many there are flattering people?
The time passes very well
It can not be understood morning and afternoon.

When will the wealth of you are gone
Only then can everyone be known to be friends
No one else will be there again
Do not see anyone getting in with.

They become friends at good time
There are many
All become strangers in times of trouble
No one is there for you.

The woman wearing the veil walks away
Gaze the evening star
Her face is full of smiles
Being elated within the heart.

In the room by lighting the evening lamp
Covered with hem
Look woke up trembling
However, the hand is extended.

What a thin line on the silent face
Nobody understood
The affection for the house is moaning
Such a burning wave.

Narrow clouds are playing in the distressed sky,
Cannot spent this time with an empty heart.

The hungry owls simply went to sleep.
What happened to the flowers of cactus blooming untimely?

In what tune do the birds sing at night,
What does the hornet wants at the blind garden?

Earth wakes up to a sleep-awakening song,
In the morning breeze, the soul felt empty.

Where goes the charioteer of warrior Arjuna?
Saussurea obvallata floated in the middle of the still lake.

Peacocks give a blank look towards the peahens,
Wild nightingale sings in what tune?

Why is sun getting up late today?
However, the heart calls back to whom, unknown.

The child comes to enlighten the house
There is joy everywhere
Every heart is stirred in that house
Everybody plays with a cheerful smile.

Day by day, come childhood, boyhood and youth
The success story goes with the whole life.

This way rolls the wheel of fortune
This hope remains to everyone
As if all are like a painted picture.

My mind is sitting there
by the side of the pond full of water lilly
My heart is residing there
within the row in the field of mango garden.

When it rains in the summer
we jumped altogether in the pond
roamed from trees to trees
looking for turtle nest.

On the winter day, on the date trees
taking away all the juice
With the evening falls
runaway to the village market.

Childhood memories
bewilder the mind
The good old times
still are in the memento.

The child comes to enlighten the house
Happiness is everywhere
Every heart of the house is touched
Every soul plays happily.

Day by day childhood-adolescence-youth reach
The ballad of success goes with the whole existence.

Just like the wheel of life
This hope is for everyone
As if all are drawn in a pleasant picture
A child brings an immense aspiration to all.

The king's son looked around
Going from village to village
With one shoe in his hand.

This shoe would be a perfect fit on the foot
Of the one
The king's son will make the life partner
With her.

How long has it been like this?
The soldiers all turned around in groups
Find the shoe owner
No more
The king's son's mind becomes a burden.

Yet he does not give up
One day he will find her this way.

Suddenly one day he went to a village home
The girl was found by the king's son
Her name is Cinderella
She is beautiful to look at, her beauty repeats by all mouths
She showed the other shoe from the pair.

Everyone in the state said Hurrah, this girl is genuine
Parades across the state
They got married.

If it is written in the destiny
No one else can ****** it.

Sadness cried back,
Standing in the courtyard of the heart,
Could not understand her indistinct cry,
When consciousness returned, it was too late.

The cart slammed to the side, the last whistle blew.
I was not able to hear that,
So, I remained in the unsurpassed desert,
It seems to be waiting for the eternity.

Have you seen anyone?
The little invincible flower that blossomed!
It was neglected as long as it was in the open.
A beautiful butterfly,
Sometimes sitting on it,
I could not hear what was said between them.

The female swallow, looks in the sky,
By singing says "Some sparkled water!".
No more heartbreak now,
Because I'm stuck
In the priesthood of prolonged memory,
There is a layer of dust in the negligence.

Clumsy me,
never thought that
the life could take
such a discourse
such a dip
such a diabolical turn.

Between the hinges of
acting or not-acting,
what is inside the
so-called life;
is it a metaphor,
is it an illusion,
is it humble submission to the eternity?

Sprout, but
not cluttered in
utmost thought,
perhaps, someone
is pulling the string
from behind the curtain.

Hence,
everything and all other things
are in vain-
is it perpetual?
is it hypocrisy?
is it pretending?
is it
never be able to distinguish-

Clumsy me!

Yet, there could be
another path, or
another time, or
another life-

Like a butterfly,
evolved from an ugly cocoon,
reshaped,
refreshed,
retrospective to the mother nature-

Life, as it would be,
as it would be...

And if these could be my last
few words to the world,
And if this could be my last
poem to be written,
Torned out entirely, but rigid inside
Sad by looking, but happy inside,
I would write, one word, "Companion".

Here raises the curtain
Sitting there the Emperor, Queen and Princess,
Friends-foes, slave, slave-maid
All engaged in self-acting,
busy-all;

Successful with the perfect performance.
Someone gives a loud dialogue-
Someone sings in a melodious tune-
Someone dances or serves in an irritating manner,
Bravo! Bravo!!

Applause erupted around the stage-
Thrilling atmosphere arouses around,
In the loudness of the drum,
sometimes the dialogues do not reach the eardrums
Yet the play continues,
Time passes happily, merrily;

Suddenly noticed!
There! There is the conscience!
In the remote corner of the crowded stage;

Somehow leaning on one foot, dejected-
The role he played was-
Not being performed perfectly
And without everyone's knowledge,
He always left behind the public eye!

Browsing the dictionary,
I wanted to make life tidy.
Promised,
Remained above adversity-
Tolerating all iniquities.

The heart is filled with dissatisfaction,
Although I have dedicated all my activities-
To all the well-wishers.

I'm in pain today,
Yet I did not make the treaty unjustly-
Betting on my life.

In this way passed those days,
Ideas all suffer from delusions-
Destiny faded with the eternity.

Putting someone’s blame on someone’s neck
The result cannot be the same
Luck is what is written
That's it
Nothing else can be done.

For some temporary benefit
We try to do any work
Not in the eye we have
Any shame.

Anyone who does wrong
Anyone who accompany him
Both are in time
Will be in the conflagration.

Consciously listening
It's good to go ahead
The walk will be straight
We can see the light on the way.

Bondless stars dancing in holocaust
They fell in a meteor shower, suddenly.

I want to renew my wishes, once more
That's why I look at the heavens.

The earth lost her drowsiness,
While the sun light filled the hollow sky.

The river dances with her own current,
She goes on towards the sea, for ever.

What do I hope to sing, at this moment
Woke up in the crack of dawn, in brevity.

Inside twenty-two yards
Twenty-two players
The game is very exciting
It's been around the whole day.

Sometimes in white ball
Sometimes this game is going to be on red ball
It's not a play of force
They say that they only need intellectualism.

Test, one-day, T-Twenty
These three ways can be played in this game
Types of variations in over
Play this game on the field.

If the ball touches the fence touching the ground
Then there are fours
And if the ball does not touch the boundary liner
It's six, and how nice it is to see.

Let's play around the whole world
Let's play the game of bat and ball
Let's stay throughout the year
In all the playgrounds.

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.

Employed on daily basis
Mr. Nasirul Haque,
Devoted life to service
No, he is completely wrong.

Attend on time every day-
Even some days,
arrive at work before everyone else,
Work with focus-
Although the authorities most days
keep him busy with more working hours,
Under some guise.

For these additional functions
He receives no remuneration,
Happily accepts monthly salary
And nothing more.

Yet he is devoted to his work
Always conscious of duty,
Although all grow at an exponential rate
Not only does his salary.

*****, basket in hand
They sit on the sidewalk.
Work if someone calls
Then there will be cooking at home that day.

Helper, Earth cutter, Stone crusher, Mason
There is no descent work.

The work that gets in hand, performs all day long
Throughout the morning till evening.

In this way, year after year, their family goes on
Working by their hands, talking about life.

They come from from far away villages
Hoping for a little work in town-
Maybe there was a piece of land
But there is none, due to the flood.

In statistics, they are floating crowds
No one takes any account on them
Does anyone know, what they are talking about?

My days are lost
On the bank of the filled river
My days are lost
With the sound of fallen leaves.

My days are lost
With the drops of the pouring rain
My days are lost
With the songs of evening birds.

My days are lost
In the airy evening sky
My days are lost
In the flickering of night stars.

Behold!
Centuries ahead, who does could predict!
Centuries past, who does remembers!

If one sees just beforehand, one could see the future,
or, the past, but not the present,
because, it is within the existence.

At the dead of night
There are Bangma, Bangmi lying at home
Darkness surge around
Land not seen below.

Occasionally in the bamboo forest
The light of the firefly blazed
This is the night of the new moon
It is real darkish.

Wise owl in his house
Moved up
In that one corner of the forest
Cactus flowers are blooming.

This game of darkness
When will that end
In the morning sky
The sun of the day will rise, however.

Kautilya or Katyayan,
They were the best examples in their own essence.

Khana or Galileo,
Couldn't be to become too dear to many.

Van Gogh or Jibanananda Das,
Society did not recognize them, all were delusions.

Sukarno or Kamal Ataturk,
Have they got the real happiness of freedom?

Asking questions back to whom today,
To answer these, who remains there!