Tuesday, November 17, 2020


//Dreams Unfulfilled Forever//


That is not impossible, when

Our life is cheaper than a rat, or a cat

When killings become a culture.


Yet some deaths haunt our conscience

Cost a great deal from us

As the Death of our Father did.

The beauty of a drop of dew on a grass leaf

The smiles of a shapla on a lake water

The whistles of a doel sitting on a wall

Were all more charming to you than

The charms of a General’s badge.


You wanted to find a meaning of your life

In a madly pursuit, few could understood.

The dream to showcase your motherland beyond

Remained beyond, unfulfilled forever.

Come down on wings of angels

Pass some time with seagulls at Teknaf

Become a scholar gypsy, avoiding us enough. 



Saturday, November 14, 2020



I am Khuki

What are you doing professor?

Why are you gazing at me this way?

Why are you calling my hair, golden fibre?

It is no more golden– simply call jute fibre!

What are you searching into my eyes?

It is no lustrous with a woman of sixty.

But I know you are sad, tired of

Looking at vultures tearing off heads

Decomposed flesh out of the grave

Disfigured, grim bloated after postmortem.


Professor, do not grieve, this soil is holy

Look at the trees, at the blue sky

I am khukhi, my name rhymes with pakhi.

Thursday, November 12, 2020



Something dearest was in my heart

I left it somewhere.

A desperate attempt was to return to it.

But I got lost, I didn’t know how.

No mobile phone, no address could I remember

Modern ICT baffled me.

A juggernaut in disguise on my way.


A graveyard I have crossed

Met some dead people

Some known some unknown

A little solace have I got

When my dearest friend with awe,

Peeped from grave’s foot, and saw.


A rarest heart was he

God’s favourite die young!

A line of worry in his face  

Thinking of human race.


‘Haven’t  you read Waiting for Godot’ said he,

‘All absurdities you must ponder normal

But my friend fight against juggernaut 

The evil must be defeated at last.’


Tuesday, November 10, 2020


Fruitless Love 

I have given you much

You gave me little

But I was in need of that little

Corporate interest of give-and-take!


Once I risked my life for you

Taking  you on my back I flew up

Like a spider man.

My flight was the peak of Everest.


You didn’t like that flight

That spell of an Iblis possessed you

Jealous of my strength!

–And then came the advantage of coronavirus.

Their wish was fulfilled

Separating me from you

The death of a relationship!


Day in day out

You will continue disturbing

Blaze my heart with love and hatred

But I am not revengeful

Will not throw acid on your face


In solitude, like Sisyphus

I will roll the stone up

Only to fall down and try again

Days, months, Years, centuries and millennia.

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