Four Boats And Four Lamps Poem by Quazi Johirul Islam

Four Boats And Four Lamps



Someone shouts at the doorstep of sleep
at the end of night
‘wake up Quazi's son, there are guests in the village'
Crossing the mud and fog of Karthik
a pair of hoary Kurta clapping to make rhythmic noise
in the light dark of Subeh Sadek.
‘be careful brides and daughters
be careful men and women
there are guests in the village
be careful children'
Running towards the end of the
village two elderly men
in the tail of night when three scary boats have
landed pushing the mud of
Karthik; the scares are being lit
inside the boats, three colours of lights.
The cholera jumped on the land with red lamp in hand,
blue lamp in hand the small pox
and sparkling yellow the Kameladisease.
In a moment three Asmanidiseases
spread all over the village.

Every night reciting Quoran they keep
clapping, two elderly men
Keep the village of Khagatua awaken by raising zikr
‘innocent brides and daughters careful
No one should name the diseases
Three lamps of lights have come to the
village, they are guests.'

Secular diseases have no resist choice
They don't pick fair beauty or black Aiburi
All day coffins are running towards
Gorostanand Shamshan.
Northern air getting heavier with the mourning.
Night crawls down to the village like a giant dark eerie
frightened Khagatua enters in a tree-hole.

And then another green boat lands in the village.
A bright green light is splashing lives from the boat
In a hurry, must save thousands,
jumped out from the boat a Hakim
He runs towards deep inside the village,
touches leaves, plants, grown in kitchen gardens.
His magical hands turn every
Lau-Machaas savior medicine.
Abandoned property, swamp
land, low-land, everywhere
he seedlings the savior medicine.

After passing the horror time the
Sheulismiles in the morning of Agrahaon.
The days of Asmani is now the grass
of the grave of Jasimuddin.
New panic is now awaiting in every turn of the city
Multi-color digital diseases are now
chasing everywhere.

He, our new Hakim, will come with
what colour of lamp in hand?

Friday, October 12, 2018
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