Al Mahmud

Brahmanbaria / Bangladesh
Al Mahmud
Brahmanbaria / Bangladesh
Explore Poems GO!

In The New Year

Rating: 2.7
The smell of rice hurts my nostril.
As soon as I get back my conscience,
I notice all the doors closed.
When I dare open them all,
the capitalists frown at me addressing as blind.

Blood within by breast gets silently injured.

My eyes are full of dreams for rice.
When I demand to have my dreams fulfilled,
the capitalists shout saying, 'Wild ! Wild !'
When I pick up scythe at hand to harvest paddy,
they cry, 'it's the most vile work!'

Yet the sun rises in the sky in the new year.

A bird of eternal peace calls to me in my dreams.
Getting up from bed, I now on the way
to look for that blue bird.
I don't know where and how far she is.
I wish I were all day long a body-gourd of her .

Had I surrendered my body to her in a solitary
place !

[Translated by Sayeed Abubakar]
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

4/13/2021 3:47:42 PM # 1.0.0.559