The farmer in the field goes on foot
Sweating while ploughing
Harvested with much difficulties
But does not get the real price for his rice.

If he does not pay the loan installments
What will happen next?
The rice will go, the stove will go
Someone thought about it!

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.

Fat less bone chewing
Extended delivery of debt.

Floating in imaginary happiness
Smile in a broken heart.
The rise of thought which is invisible
Fainting in the imagination.
Thoughtless consciousness
Worship without offering.

I kept within silent thinking
Ride in the free tide.
Fascinated by the incarnation of the event
The soul is angry at the not so long ambiance.
Ah! Unmixed results
Let the surface start from Zero.

Let the bleeding of the heart be soothed,
May the soul's resonance be enlivened.

Let the flame of consciousness burn,
Let the imagery of thought be awakened.

May pure understanding develop,
Vanished away out of tempered concoction.

Let illuminate enlightened insight,
Banished away seduced mischief.

Indomitable desires,
The bald bubble remained invisible in the bushes.

There is a whimsical settlement of the people near the shore,
On the uneven shores of thought-
Listen to the song of the elusive rain,
Match the eyes, shed tears-
It is mixed within the soul to soul.

Only now doves graze in the courtyard of the house,
Filled with loneliness all the time,
Through the gaps of carelessly growing shrubs,
The torn moon peeks out.

And consumes eternally,
With the hopeless thoughts,
Yet suddenly attacked-
Weeping desires, in the valley of the last sleep.

Remain awaken, remain awaken-
When the evening stars wear down and set to the western sky,
And burns by glittering,
Talk to them in a whispered voice-
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

Alas destiny!
Why do you plant poisonous trees with utmost care?
And that is why it has been hanging in my shoulder since time immemorial.
Although a truncated demon has swallowed everything,
But I'm not the only one to lose.
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

Alas, stupid destiny !!
I have fallen into the trap of temptation for a moment-
So Saturn appeared, and was filled with immense depression.
However, still walking in excitement,
Holding the Book of Thoughts in a firm grip
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

Perimeter is perimeter-
Its diameter, radius is constant.
And for the necessities of life
Around that perimeter,
Continuously coming and going.

Alas destiny!
Do you want to return without any need?
In the twilight hours, or on a catastrophic morning.
Will I be able to see you.

What a zero perception!
Ah, what a repetitive format -
Torn pages of a fragmentary novel,
In the bitterness of summer, in the footsteps of memory
There was a murmur,
However, it is very indistinct.

Shrouded in the thick fog of thought,
That destiny-
Cannot be seen even in successive incarnations.
That is indestructibly invisible!

Yet for now, become defeated
Seeing the game of life
Back in sight, surrounded in heart
Let's see all the time.

I am stunned, but do not stop
Across the turning points of life
Come in relief, float in consciousness
Glaze for a while.

It's late on the way, so find out
Traveler with the missing target
Looking at the scene, unfamiliar world
Perhaps the steps were not extend correctly.

In the earthly heat, in the drought
Somehow lost the direction
Return always at the same path, with stagnant mind
The darkness do not leave.

Walking on the path in the dark
The path is not known yet
But, the heart remains open
Finding the direction of light,
Thoughts pull back
The trajectory goes elsewhere
Still, let's go on firm foot
Even it is not understood properly.

The path is no longer recognizable
Everything seems unfamiliar
Even if the path turns somewhere else
I agree to continue,
When will this darkness end?
I hope to see the light, however
The path must be crossed
Betting on my life.

Optional dissection of the heart-
Again, not in the traditional way,
In sophisticated automation technology-
Which has not been noticed before.

So be it
Can be described,
All those specific processes.
There is no fear of being aroused,
Because it was not affected by any epidemic.

Solid routine activities-
But precaution has been taken,
Where-
Premature death does not occur,
Since there is no one to go to voluntary burning, back and forth.

If you donate, keep both of your hands open
Purify your mind and soul, and depend on legal earning.

Donate with the right hand
The left hand should not know,
Don't expect anything in return
With your donation.

The power to give is from the Creator
You could be the selected one, not everyone,
Brings peace in the midst of charity
Pacifies the heart.

That which is possible on one’s part
So let's donate,
He is the owner for your capacity
He will give the honor.

It's the time to dream
Shuffling the mind
The dream comes absentmindedly
Playing at the corner of the heart.

Be the young or old, dream all
There is no witness of dreams, though.
Dream comes within the scene of its own
Some dreams suddenly becomes true.

There are no meaning of many dreams
Yet no one can stop dreaming.

Night passes by dreaming
This is a mystery of creation
When someone stops dreaming
All the commentary on life will stop.

Will you glance with silent eyes
No more talking,
There was a lot to say
But, they remained as it is.

The hand holding the sword,
The same hand holding the pen-
Enlightens the consciousness
The silence was broken.

Back in the womb of tomorrow,
On the banks of the river Kunur-
Oh Dukhu Mia came
Freedom of conscience awakens.

There was a dark night,
You were a passenger with us-
By showing light to the unfortunate Bengalis
Pave way the path to humanity.

Being radiant forever
We remain wake up in that fascination-
The scope of the light of knowledge increased
By those narrations of yours.

You came during the storm of Jaistha,
Took farewell in Bhadro-
Twenty-three years of creativity
Brought all the novelty in the planet.

Dham kur kur, Dham kur kur
Playing the drum of worship
Upon the arrival of the Goddess
Everyone is chanting.

Children, young and old
Singing various songs
In the pile of tam-tams, the drums
With increased solidarity.

Goddess came on horseback
The Goddess will return with swing
Let the happiness be with her heart
Let everyone's mind be filled with hope.

The worship is going from the monastery to monastery
Worshiping the Goddess
Come on in the happiness and peace
Sprinkle light on the earth.

Three hundred and sixty five days
become one year
In every human life
this is an unexpected tour.

No one knows the destination
What it is written?
Everyone is in restricted
to one’s destiny.

This is how the life goes on
filled with hope
That's how the time goes on
the world filled with trust.

My mind remains
In the water lily floated on the pond side
My heart remains
In the rows of the mango field.

When it rains in the summer
The team of child jumps in the water
Climbing up on the tree
Finding a nest of the bird.

On a palm tree on a winter day
Swallowing all the juice
As evening falls
Runaway to the village market.

A childhood memory room
Chilled inside the mind
Those are the times
Still, the memories are inside the heart.

The branches are expanded with the green leaf
As a result of the advance rain
The heated surface has become cold
Because of the early drizzle.

Joined to come at an inopportune time
The hail storm
Lightning raises fears among farmers
The tin made rooftop is shaky in the wind.

The mango branch is shaking
The pods are falling prematurely
In this imbalance of the environment
What's in the fortune!

It is swaying in the swing of hope
For peasants and their wives
Although in advance crop damage
Giving a sign of danger.

Still, let it rain
Fill the nature vividly
Let the planet be greener
Green fill up all around.

Sailing in the Earthly affair
No one will come with you.

As you came on that day
Likewise, you will be gone.

As much as you do, illusion here
With children, property, wife.

So do not weep, no result
Only Karma will be with you.

If you have a fall with the delusion
There is no gain in the soul.

In the study, come everyone
Let us develop the merit.
In the memorized studies
The deficit remains.

Must be in the syllabus
Intellectual development strategies
Students should learn about pragmatic education
Then life will be successful.

Young people have to be provided with
Technical education
It will be needful to work in the country
You have to take an oath.

When to build a better career
There is no alternative to gain knowledge
So, move towards that path
As soon as possible.

In this winter we are
trying to
stay under coating
in various clothes
To cover the body.

And those who sleep
under the open sky
Are we informed about them?

Can we not do something for them
to try a little
with a warm cloth
To fill their hearts.

If everyone agrees, then try a little bit
Happiness will be filled easily within the globe.

I drew a curve, do not know when
But couldn't straighten that anyhow.

I tried to draw a circle,
Finding its circumference, the circle was though drawn but could not complete.

I started painting a face,
The memory is so deeply lost,
It does not appear anymore in my mind.

I wanted to walk on a path,
The road is so steep,
So could not find the edge of the lonesome plain.

Wanted to make a formula,
But observing the depth of the numerology
Could not complete the same.

Suddenly the wind blows and I lost the path,
Now it's just the turn to play hide and seek with the heart.

Day by day how much is the debt?
Remains unknown
Day by day how much water flowed in the river Jamuna?
Remains unknown.

On the pages of debit-credit
Then
Everything was wrong?

While doing the accounting
Got to see
Nothing is extraordinary.

Then this is how
Everything ends
There will be no more in hand
No relish will be there.

So sit at the end of day
On the sand bed
Life, such a treasure of accomplishment
Yet becomes instantaneous.

Looking at the full moon, kerosene flame says,
On my forehead, draw a mark of royalty.

When you are covered, in the new moon
Yet I, with the light, go on lighting.

Hearing this the earthen lamp, guffawed
People loves more, in worship-prayer.

Moon smiled and said, "Listen, both of you."
You both are equally meritorious, there is no shame.

Awake me through unwritten
music of mine,
If possible, sing me a song
that would be perfect
and divine,
Perhaps, that is the way
the heart could refine,
But, no one knows the
state of solitude,
which would enshrine.

In the heat of the summer
all body sweats
Get a little peace
when it rains.

It's happening around the world
due to the change of environment
In third world countries, especially
increasing irritation intensifies.

All of the us together
will have to take the step
If the balance is in the environment
Eventually disaster will decrease.

Suddenly looking at the open sky,
I raised my arms and asked-
“Oh space!
Is your zodiac still intact?”

He answered with a sad face-
“In the uninterrupted activity of humankind
Ozone layer is followed by fatigue and constant tiredness.
As a result, the earth is becoming untidy;
Somewhere prolonged drought,
Extreme flooding somewhere,
A catastrophic storm somewhere,
Tsunami somewhere,
Glacier somewhere.
But what about them, will their own end
Be caused by themselves, soon!”

What an amazing beauty, I see
Oh my motherland!
It amazed my heart, and I sing
You are eternal.

Floating cloud raft, in the middle of sky
Playing there cheerfully,
I spent the whole day, by looking at them

The river flows, with silent jingle
What a beautiful sight,
The mimusops elengi are blooming, in the branches.

Golden paddy in the field, filled the farmer’s heart
Shepherd joined him with his flute,
Mind and soul get pacified.

Fell into the abyss of the eternity
Every step of life
How much I try to be rescued
Deeper it is throwing.

By opening the door to innovation
Surrender yourself to the dream
Desperate efforts to be saved
However, it is determined by a tiny flash.

Self-satisfaction, self-purification
In search of the true definition of the soul
Taking achievement with fortitude
Eternal thirsty spirit.

Evening star is the sister of the world
Name of her is Venus
She is the closest to the world
She does not have any secondary planet.

In 225 days surrounding the sun
She circles around
If one stands on the Venus will see
that Sun wake up in the west and sets at the east.

In the evening along the western sky
in the early morning, and in the eastern sky she glows
That's how her existence is being told
to the universe.

When time is unlimited
When the path is motionless
Life is then stagnant
Then walking is ever-continuing.

When the answer to the question is inexpressive
When destination is purposeless
Attainment is then absent
Then dreams are at stake.

The shadow is the nest of deep peace
This is within my village,
Waves playing in the green field
It flows from the south.

The field is full of
Golden rice,
The shepherd boy sits in the shade
Plays to the tune unknown.

The river flows with gentle sound
Many boats are docked in the quay,
Little children remain engaged
In the village market with full of colors.

In the water of the paved lake
Lotus flower is in bloom,
Hanging on the ears of the village bride
Passion flower’s pendant.

The heart remained stagnant
In the firefly glowed night,
I hope to awaken the soul
In the womb of the new morning.

Butterfly said by calling, O bumblebee,
Have you observed my colorful wings,
Yet you are so dear to the bard?

What a melody he has created for you,
I remained unseen-
As far as I fly across the sky.

The bumblebees said, by whisper,
My humming loudly penetrates to the soul.

In addition, eating my collected honey,
Everyone is happy, remain wonderful in heart and healing.

Soaked rice vanishes before bringing salt
What about them again!
They cried throughout their entire life
Remain with sad bowing.

Wherever they glimpse
Just looking dry
Nothing close to hand
Miserable earth.

Life is for them
A large deep forest
But somehow walking
With broken mind.

If they step in the middle of the path
Sadness filled the air
There is nothing to collect, nothing remains
The house is always empty.

No morale there, yet they
Still remain active in working
How to get rid of stomach irritation
Sitting to think.

That's how life goes on
With them somehow
There is nothing new
On the way to the existence.

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.

Swing that takes in the breeze
The south window is open.

They twinkle stars are still in the sky
So the mind is unbound today.

The attention was filled with random thoughts
Unfamiliar world with absent minded gestures.

With the south wind blowing the boat’s sail
Fagun has now reddened the occasion.

The game of light and darkness are going on
This is how the whole day passes by.

Filled fagun, a downpour
The air is clear, clear as a crystal
What a wonderful creation.

Swallow, Cuculidae are soaking wet
Calling out "crystal clear water!"
The sun is covered behind the clouds
The ground becomes cold.

Rain water is pouring in the field
Falling on the tin roof
Awakes life in the rive
Increased water, in the upstream of Matamuhuri.

Decorating nature, what a magical outfit
Sea, hills, forest
Blooming Shimul, Palash, Bakul
The earth is full of softness.

The wind blows in the arena
The windows of the south are open
The morning stars are still glowing in the sky
The mind is so reckless today
The mind was filled with random thoughts
Unintentional gesture of unknown world
Floating the wind’s boat
Fagun colored the time
Playing in the light and the shadow
That is how the whole time is spent.

I have been saying to faith ever since-
What are you suffering from?
In which subconscious fence you have obsessed yourself!
You have been there since time immemorial.
Your path is not visible,
Your journey remained unfinished.

He answered very politely-
I have wasted time and time again,
What an unforgettable current I have flowed in a weary way
Flowing through the eternity-
But the real sailor's hand did not fall on my shoulder
So that I could reach that goal easily.

Such a lonely star is surrounded by many other stars
Fallen down
Nothing matters.
How many birds fly in the sky?
A bird
If lost, no one finds that one.

Like so many stars on earth
Bursting every year
Lack of care is falling many stars
No one is keeping any news.

If these fallen stars
It could have been nurtured properly
The world would have been even more sweet
No one would be hurt.

That day will ever come, that
Those stars won't drop anymore
If you nurture them before they fall
No one in the world will be unhappy anymore.

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!"

Fagun is saying, “Good Bye”
Who is looking for the stolen heart?
Filled in this south blown wind.

Who wants to go back looking for the past?
In the midst of isolated soul
In which tune he sang?

Thoughts are crying in the far,
Heart's words remained stale
On the banks of the slow flowing Jamuna.

Twilight is set today with much decoration,
In the shadow of the clouds in the distant sky
With those shining stars.

Moon woke up full, almost full
Heart woke up in the depths of memory
Entered in a thirsty soul.

In this unbroken moonlight,
Someone opens the heart to the silver beam
Who wants whom?

One day, a loving father
bought a peculiar machine
for his loving daughter
so that she could produce good dreams,

The other day, the tender father
Bought an invisible brush
For his adoring daughter
So that she could paint her thoughts,

In another day, the caring father
Bought a tiny silver coin
So that she can pour it into the piggy bank
And becomes prosperous in her life,

A day unknown, the devoted father
Bought his own heart
For the fond daughter
but she refused to admit his sacrifices.

Constantly trying
To be excited,
In the new consciousness-

Situations are being observed
However, seems to be submerged,
In concentrated pain.

Hope swings in despair
Thought-consciousness-power perception,
Plays in the middle of the fog
From birth to death.

Wrapped in the subsequent wrap
Yet the journey ahead,
Unexpected intent digs, and
Increases only the level of hesitation.

The heart returned crying
When will it end,
Surrounded by invisible feelings
Think so all day long.

Who will give me
the hope?
I tried to find her
in this dimension
Though do not remember
her face.

Still hopefully on the walkway
There may be an opportunity
Though it is absolutely motionless
Which has no end.

Just thinking about it always
Will it be the moment again
that someday I will be with her?

Past, present, future
All mixed together in a mess
In the expanse of the eternity
Find again and find again.

Getting the immediate
Have lost gone before long
Trying to find in hopeless mind
Here, there, in all the areas there.

Looking for this that has no end
When will the get together be broken
No one can ever predict
Just will remain the relish.

To bring water from the river bank
Somehow the light flashes
Prince's heart becomes excited.

The sky was blue
Air was limpid
The giving and taking of hearts started at the river bank.

The eyes are in the eyes
exchanging hearts
With the little maiden girl
A prince of another village
has the first introduction.

Love at first sight
Finding one’s mind in other’s mind
That is how the two hearts
combine with tune within tunes.

When the flame of lamp went down a storm
Never ignite it, so far I remember.

Hence, moving around in the darkness
In the midst of the familiar and the unknown,  seems to be another world.

Venus is gliding on my fate
Who will sing me the songs of the wind.

Though it could be a mistake, but walking on the way with hope
The light and the dark, both are playing around.

Spanish cherry has erupted in the garden today
There are more flowering of unknown flowers.
Nyctanthes, China rose, Jasmine, Bela
With them the north wind is playing there.

Tuberose, queen of the night
They are known for their fragrance.
Yellow marigold and sunflower
They look so blessed.

In the shadow of Royal Poinciana
Summer sunshine falls.
Champaks, roses and gardenia
Keep the garden decorated.

Flowers blossom throughout the year
Let us see them with all eyes open.

Footprints-
When did they fade away,
In which inauspicious time
Only dust has increased step by step.

In a similar time-
Started walking again,
Stay behind all those hopes and mis-hopes
Anything remains are gone.

No more lament-
Silently wipe the tears,
Tiny moments remain forgotten
The dialogue is missing.

Floating in the sea of hope-
Firmly grasp the helm,
On the way forward
Love the silent acceleration.

The sun only rises for free.

The moon is indebted to the sun
because it does not have its own light
so it does not rises for free.

The sea depends on the moon
and thus its ebbs and tides
so it is also not for free.

The waterfall depends on the earth's pattern
and it needs the mountain to fall
so it is not a free fall.

But, if we desire
the pure love
it can always be free.