Shamsur Rahman Poems
|2.||I Become Happy||3/22/2012|
|5.||For A Few Lines Of Poetry||3/22/2012|
|8.||An Ode To Freedom||3/22/2012|
|9.||Roar, O Freedom||3/22/2012|
Roar, O Freedom
What shall I do with the spring
when I hear only the cuckoo moaning
and cannot see gorgeous flowers blossom?
What shall I do with the garden
Where no birds ever pays a visit?
Oh, how rough and stony is this earth!
Skeletons of trees stand, row after row,
like so many desolate ghosts.
What shall I do with the love
that places on my head a crown of thorns
and hands out to me the cup of hamlock?
What purpose the road serve
On which no one treads,
Where vendors of coloured ice-cream
Or waves of city-inundating processions
are never seen?