After Getting The News Of Hannah Zitkova's Death Poem by Shimul Salahuddin

Poppies like you bloomed in my brain
As if you are blooming at the tip of millions
As far as I can see, it's only you-the one
Who touches the chin with the wind
fondling with another you

When your feet are dazed, you run and fall
amid millions of You
The sound of your laughter like
Splashing on million poppies

Your blushing cheeks are merging with soft petals
A coyness flares across your chin

You feel joy like love's first touch
Soaring high and throwing hands into the air
As if you are a poppy trunk, your flying skirt
as if wrapped in a thousand poppy petals

Dancing in front of poppies on the horizon
Not hiring any shutterbugs, Showing thumb
To the past or future
Now you want to synthesize it into
blooming Poppy ground this morning

as if you're neither Hanna Zitkova nor any Kievan beauty
But the lover of a poet from Bangladesh,
you learned from him how to Love
how to connect the petals' softness to your body
Showing the poppy field's disappearing pristine view
You learned
how to Stop the War

(English Translation from Bangla: Shafinur Shafin)