Not to Grow Old

I don’t want to grow old, at least
In my kink and my all being.
I’ve crossed fifty, so what?
I colour my hair black carefully, and regularly
Clean-shave every morning
Control my diet to prevent fat
I like to look young, though my
Thin hair exposing a naughty spot on my head
And a dark foul mark below each eye
So what? I feel young and cent present young
The secret is that –
My business is with the young – mainly between 18 and 25
It’s wonderful to enjoy the company of these bubbling youths
It’s wonderful to talk to them, to listen to them
It’s wonderful to teach them and be taught by them
It’s wonderful to dance with them, to sing with them
It’s wonderful to get lost with them to some
Nature’s bounty beyond Dhaka’s poisonous air
- Jaffflong, Cox’s Bazar, St Martin's, Sajek and so on -
It is really wonderful to stay with them to feel like them
Because they are YOUNG and BEAUTIFUL.

Song of Coronavirus

                                       I

I still don’t know where and how I was born,

Hmm, was I born at a lab at your hands, man?

Somewhere at China or USA?

Or, mother nature released me as an offshoot?

I came to your world only three months ago,

You gave me the name Coronavirus

When I compete you, you call me COVID 19

Whatever my name and origin, I don’t grieve, for

One becomes great not by birth or name but by action

My fame rests upon my performance

I need not anyone to eulogize me.

                                     II

My maiden WWE match was at Wuhan, China

So, you may identify China as my homeland

But my victory was taken by the storm

Across the globe, overnight.

The advantage of aeroplanes, people’s travelling

Succeeded my mission of a global celebrity.

Obviously, celebrity of all celebrities.

My competitors fell upon my feet

Because my mission is to tear their lungs

To lead them to the gate of Hades

I keep no accounts of how many, though

Today your statistics say thirty four thousand.

I keep no company but one

Whom the Muslims call Azrael.

Oh, no, I’m not so ruthless

I mercy many to get back alive.

                                     III

I celebrate myself and sing myself

What you assume I do not assume

Where are you Trump?

Your name sounds with Triumph.

Now, the world is not at your feet

But at mine, I can roll it as I wish.

Where are you Angela Merkel?

Where are you Boris Johnson?

No fear for you Vladimir Putin.

The world has been a heap of sin

Now is the time to clean.

Quarantine, lock down, isolation

All these are temporary solution.