Devoted Poem by Syed Kobirul Islam

Oh! Ani, Can you remember those poems?
Where you had thrown a hand full of Salt and Said- ‘suck it of’!
I don’t want the tree-fern (mahiruha) - that has been ruined-
by giving it’s fruits within a year; thy not gotten pain a bit thinking-
that will come again in next season too? In an ending spring-
you’re strolling towards the red tiny bridge-
marching the mango leaves (jhore pora) through the low land (Belabhum)
from yon to far long; - thinking of that poems – where there is no tiny tilt too;
Wearing Sharee with blackish false paar(Loose end) - side bag hanging in thy shoulder-
In a fancy framed spectacle you as though the wondrous (Anonnya) !

One day you wanted to be a greatest mistress in your School-
No one been yet read your poems in ‘Poem Hunter Dot Com’-
no feedback gotten yet too; - thus no grief scrawled your mind - as if
you don’t want to yield thyself to him nonetheless(Joratali diye) .
See with half an eye, in other delicacy thou as if erectly dumfounded;
In love with the poetry- had you been sauntering by the red clayey road
through the ‘Majhi Para’(locality of tribal) - is to inhale the smell of ‘ Mohul’
(tribal homemade wine) .

“ Ohi Midam where’re you gonna? ’’ In a cot -under the shadow of Margosa-
as if are you the co-wife beside the unclad bloke; then why not the loose end of
your sharee in to your nose? Shouldn’t taken ‘Hadiya’(Country wine) as we know-
So what? You may bop with ‘Madol’(Country Drum) oscillating your soul too -
As effortless Pinky, thou forgotten not the truth of Poetry.