The story of a bird

I am a free bird, a true bird

Not an angry bird

Hiding my age,

Was born a year before

In broad daylight

My certificate lied in black and white.

I am a free bird, a true bird

Not a worried bird

Hiding notes in the banks,

Firing the hires here and there,

To become rich and important

On fast track, out of nowhere,

Lying to the diseased on the ill effects

Of pills I was designated to push,

Like a thief behind a bush.

I couldn’t be deadlier,

Mixing killers, in foods sold to mothers

Of new-borns

Or for some hormones secreted in porn...

I was a moron

Pecking on fruits worse than grass

Concealing facts, figures

To clients, to make my Donald duck fatter

A pack of rubbish to buy and sell

My wings were wired to a machine I could tell

I was living in a cage called helpless hell

My wings and feet, heavy with lie

I was unable to fly.

Until I broke my cell

With my beak, my wings, my claws

The shell cracked, I tried to fly, fell

Flat on the ground, hurt my jaws

My innate nature came back running to me

Light and feathery I glided with glee

I could hear me whistle and sing

From the mountains to the meadows

Flaunted my winsome wings

Sail in the blues, with my own little being.

Tough will be this honest wide world

I thought,

So what

I choose to be out of the poor rich herd

I know now I am not an angry bird

Not a worried bird

I am a bird of word

I am a free bird, a true bird.

Change

After years of trials and betrayals

The key issue is still burning

Food, shelter, clothing – a scarcity

Poor poorer, rich richer, an adamant reality

Despite benevolent gestures

Sweet-faced, intelligent stalwarts

Kind-faced liars and rascals

Double-faced backstabbers

With spoilt, useless theories

In their own little box

Writing books

On growth and development

Getting accolades, making fortunes

But under the same firmament

The basic necessities

Cleverly hidden with cowardly atrocities

Science and technology grows

Gadgets and weapons galore

People are pushed to buy

Remain drowned in heinous products called loans

Their richness the budget knows is a lie

For they’ll soon cry in moans

They succumb to the craving for the poisonous pie

For this, under the behest of laureates and economists

Who look upon this as an occasion to celebrate and feast

Killing people in credits

Are they any better than terrorists

No machine with artificial intelligence

Has decided yet to alter with sense

The primitive designed fact

Going natural, viral, worse and sadder

With expertise and tact

Poor becoming poorer, rich richer.

The story of another red riding hood

Wolves, in search of sheep
To eat their flesh and keep
The skin
As their clothing
To mingle with the cattle
From Tokyo to Seattle
Conceited lot claiming to be saintly
So merrily, so freely.
Dressed as sheep
Fearfully beg for respect and worship
Their dirty nasty Alpha Muscle
Careful and safe, cradles
Willy-nilly
Under the mask of stewardship
So merrily, so freely.
Wait.
Times
The stage trembles
The curtain raises
Their mask falls
Sheep! They don’t anymore resemble.

Jumps out of their skin
The surprised cattle
Sees what is
True and what is false
Beyond ease.

All this while
Hiding and honing their style
The wolves were policing them
From Mecca to Jerusalem
Their own skin
The culprits used, to fake as kin
Lying loose on the ground, now dead for good,
Vegetarian predators naked, once and for all
Off their skinny, misfit wherewithal
Lose the battle.
The sheep just wrote anew
The story of another red riding hood.

Darkenss

Darkness who says is rude,

It offers a warm, a kind solitude.

Your body starts to feather and glow,

Organs in light air dance, mellow.

Gleam of the stars with eyes ajar,

Passes and stays without a bar.

Your mind slowly stops and thinks,

It touches the being when blackness blinks.

মাপ করো

জনসমুদ্রের মধ্যে আমরা ফেনার মতো

আঁছড়ে পড়ি
নীল দিগন্তবিস্তৃত জলে আমাদের কোনো স্থান নেই
যুগে যুগে তাই আমরা শুনে আসি তোমাদের
করুন হুঙ্কার, মাপ করো
আমরা চিরকাল তোমাদের করুনার পাত্রই রয়ে গেলাম
কিন্তু এই ফেনা দিয়েই তো তোমরা গা ভাষাও
তোমাদের রুজি রোজগার, নূন লবন
বেঁচে থাকার স্বাদ তো আমরাই যোগাই
তবু আমাদের বাইরেই রেখেছো  যুগ যুগ ধরে
কিন্তূ
আজ যেন তোমরা থমকে দাঁড়িয়েছ
আজ বুঝি আমরা তোমাদের
সাদা নোনতা বেড়াজালে ঘেরাও করেছি
কি আশ্চর্য,
তবুও তোমাদের এক বাণী, মাপ করো

আমরা যা আছি
আমরাও তোমরা হতে পারতাম
কিন্তূ তাতে তোমাদের তৃপ্তি-খুদা বুঝি মিটতো না
তাই আজ আমরা আমাদের পেটের খিদে গায়ের জালা বালুরাশির মধ্যে
জলাঞ্জলি দিয়ে তোমাদের বলছি,
আর তোমাদের ডাঙা আমরা হবো না, মাপ করো