Mid Summer Breeze Poem by Ujjol Kamal

Mid Summer Breeze



Mid summer breeze
Hazy dream
Violence breaks out between the Red Shirts and Thai armies
BP cannot figure out how to fix the spill
The oil keeps rushing out to Seas
Killing all birds, fish, watery niche
Month of May
Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it sleeps
I see the soft, silent, sombre lifting, sprouting of life all around
the bricks and green
Men and women play mocassins
Children sport nonchalantly unknown unseen
The chains of spirits and machines marching upon the streets of desire
and disease
War in Iraq
Afganistan torn and tattered
Nuclear gunpowder cyclical fair
King Lear, Socrates, Da Vinci
Galapagos, Lima, Milton
Drake, Me
Shelley, Keats, Byron
New York, London
Dhaka, Paris, Baltimore
Amazon
Gangaes
My fair lady
For whom the bell yolls
A tale of two cities
Let there be light
Stop genocide
Bare back on Mississippi
You and me
Sip and sleep
Neath a shadowy tree
We see the eternity passing by with no interests, with no grief
Especially in the October wind
Shadows to shadows weep
The foot-prints of life and lies
Get washed away with sandy, salty watery surprise
Sunshine on my vineyards
Moonshine on my wine
1000 years have passed
Since I tasted her twice
Once by the Ganges
Twice by the tide of Humber and Nile
Beyond the veil of pain
I see you darkness
I see you flame
The Phoenix rises to die again
The Unicorn flies away
Leaving behind the realm of mystery and maze
Upon Buriganga
I spent a lot of twilight morn
And even dust
Contemplating on the hours that I left behind
And the hours that I shall forget to weigh
The city of Dhaka
Wave me off far away
A myriad of memory
A myriad of late night excursions
Rides on the ricksawas
Boats on the lakes
Casual chats and walks in New Market, Campus Areas, Nilkhet
Bring me memories of my dear native land, Bangladesh
My roots lay there
My breath blow away in the subtle, sweet, salty air of Bay of Bengal
The tropical fruits
The lotus, the ever green, wet soul- inwardly leaf
The rural rustic awe-struck wild rivers
The harvest come golden gay yellow hay-stack heaven-high
The cattle rush home at the twilight time
The care, the concern of the mothers for her newly births innocent
birds and geese
The rajenegandha intoxicating
The roses, the lilies, the daisies, the daffodills
The beauteous unearthly rice and mustard fields
The jackfruits
The jackals, the magpies, the robins
The hilsa fish
The Sundarbon, Rangamati, The Chittagong Hill Tracts, Moinamoti
All the wonderful, wonderous beauty that bathe forever eternally neath
a sun of monsoon and a moon of primordial, glorified origin embrace my
Bangladesh on and on for centuries
The dreams that come and go
The reality that blocks and blotch
The smile that is unfraught
The tear that toss and talk
The rambles that near only to rock
The strange voices the past, forlorn, forgotten fairy fairs
Bring tears to my eyes of infinite layer
Remembering
Reminiscening
Bangladesh
Many a day
Many a night
I kept my eyes, I kept my ears intent and careful
Listening to the soft, subtle fall of rain upon the rusted tin-roofs
The ravage of the kalboeshake storms
The untimely floods that sweep away poor, needy homes, villages, towns
The famine, the cyclones
The urchins strolling, stalking
The cotton, the jute, the juicy ripe windfalls off the beacon-beckoned
old, ancient trees
Cox's Bazar Sea Shore
Saint Martin
The dew-drenched untrodden pathaways of the sleepy villages, hamlets
The coconuts, the sugar-canes, krisnochora burning the warmthness of
Dhaka's roads, streets
Giving out color
So strong, so vibrant
So ambrosia alike, nectarine reminiscenes
The amazing lotus-leaf
Rising and ebbing unto the clear, pure, crystal, still water of
moonlit, maya-mingled mystique
I remember my grandmother tears
I remember my dear mother concern
While I was a little Ill
My remember my sister sings
I remember my brother stings
My remember my father wise, grave instructions, lessons in life and
religion
Bangladesh
I bow to you in utter homage
I dream of you in my midnight rambles
In my dreams
In your rivers I swam
I your arms I breathed and slept
I remember the Ekusey Book Fair
I remember Pohela Bosekey
I remember the maidens fair clad in yellow sari
I remember the tulips singing in the sweet summer breeze
I remember names
I remember long, gone, forgotten poems
I remember Nazrul
I remember Tagore
I remember Michael
I remember Zasimuddin
I remember the quilted spreads
I remember the daily fish markets
I remember every nook, corner, crevices of your kindness kindred hearts
I cannot find such connecting between you and me
Mid summer breeze
O go rush across the seven Seas and seven Oceans
To tell my Bangla Ma
How I miss and miss Her
The big, old, ancient, majestic, sagacious oak tree that sits now I
believe upon the festive ground of Bangla Academy
I sat there many a days, many a evenings
Meditating and contemplating the inner visions of deep, dark humanity
What I see, I feel
The rain that I had touched and drank with my lips
The season- changing color catching up across the twilight- lit Spring
Made my awry soul filled up my joy, melancholy
Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh
To thee
I leave my heart and soul
My whole infinite eternity
Mid summer breeze
Please don't blow to entreat
The lightning in the sky cries with unending sites
Soaking all Society's sins, sickness, seals!

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