The Eye Of The Wild Star Poem by Nazmul Haque

I will rather be a flying-bird,
and swim in the golden ray of the sun,
I'ill wear the ornaments of moon-light
and shed as dew-drops upon the boat of night.

The clouds will sing a flowery tale
as I'ill lose my way singing the monsoon song.
I'ill take the radiance from the eye of the wild star
and fly the thin wave of gentle breeze in the sky.

On the wings of clouds I'ill build up my dream,
upon my beak I'ill hold the silvery Kirtinasha
and overflow it with the fountain of my heart.

The eye of the sky will shed tears,
and the earth will find the infinite in a land of illusion.
All around will fly broken pieces of memory
as I draw a flowery sorrow with the ink of my heart.

Upon the sky the rainbow will draw a tragic tale,
the fire of my heart will burn the vase of flowers,
still the wings of the birds attract me,
I know well the bird
and the bird also knows me very well.