Melody Of Silence Poem by Matin Bairagi

There's no clamor, no uproar at all, silent hours
Two birds and a moon can be seen behind the chhatim tree
Look at the glory and jealousy and greed mingle with soil
The soil turns these into another form
That's the eternal poem, that are written in silence
Here, ther's no king, no scepter
No grandeur, no formalities
The wind sleeps drowning its body in silence
And poems are written under the moonlight, soundless, devoid of memory
There's no yes-man hymn, no carol, no episode of enjoyment
Only a poem remain, that are written under the moonlight
The star-clad glittering blue sky
Announces the last scene of existence of truth
Try to read, if you can recite
The living persons do not recite these-

If you want to know the truth, you've to recite these poems
In deep concentration
Poems tells the truth, poems are liberated
Poetry never glorifies anybody uselessly
Only glorifies beauty and beauty is truth
Look the poetry is loosing the darkness
And the birds and moon is not to be seen
Still you and me are walking through the countless graves
And soundless silence
Speak: Is last existence of man is unbroken silence!

The graves dissolve in the soil forever
And the bees of darkness returns in their abode
Come, lets recite these poems in this dense darkness
And let all the doors open up
Of everything that are written by the dead
And the truth remains under veil.
Translated by: Siddiqur Mahmudur Rahman