পরিযায়ী পাখি

ভিটে ছাড়া পরিযায়ী পাখি

একসাথে উড়ে চলেছে,

অজানা অচেনা ঠিকানায়,

কোনখানে থামবে যাত্রা

কখন কোন রাত্রির আশায়,

অন্তহীন নীল আকাশের

তলায়, কোন এক বৃক্ষের

ডালে, তারাও বাঁধবে সংসার,

ক্লান্ত ডানাগুলি পাবে বিশ্রাম 

ক্ষনিকের তরে পরিবার, আশ্রয়।

a panacea

Rich are becoming richer,
poor poorer,
we can go to the moon,
but cannot move an inch
away from the designed pattern
malnutrition, starvation, poverty
running the show of affluence,
benevolence, grants, loans;
how much can
ignorance ignore;
touch wood, we have these
two lovely little resilient
words: move, on
a panacea   

lost labor

Wasteful sciences
occupied in understanding
the outer space, yet unable
to stop the worldly challenges
draining the hard labor of
the starving farmers

the distraction

When you can't prevent
a storm with useless
sciences and technologies
assign it a sexy name
and wait for it to arrive
again and again,
raise a question on 
why a female's name,
it'll be considered as
a distraction, a drawing-room
conversation, a storm
in the cup

a new approach

Stop all wars
destroy all weapons
channel the soldiers
to fight force majeure;
these are as important
as wearing helmets
and masks

the decaying village

wars,
majestic, royal 
white elephants
of the world
weapons,
symbols of failure
displayed with success
to induce fear
soldiers,
fresh flesh in the
slaughterhouse
guilt buried
in honored coffins,
muffins to the
bereaved families

Worldkrupt

bankrupt world...
of values, worth
to safeguard 
the interest
of the country
the principle
of the world
is lost

Fill in the blank

I belong to my country,
I love my country,
...
There's no problem
With that, however
...

Keep doing it

O, my talkative mind!
I know you cannot shut up,
be silent; so keep saying,
I love, I love, I love, I love,
I love, I love, I love, I love;
that's all you need to do
to see the magic, to experience
the miracle; you'll stop feeling
the void of worthlessness,
no longer will you be
unconscious, or ashamed of
the gap between who you
are, and who you aren't, yet
pretend to be proud, like a hypocrite,
carrying a sense of guilt;
you are insane materially,
be insane immaterially;
kindness, complete fulfillment,
purity will be the air you'll
breathe. Just say, I love, I love,
I love, I love, I love, I love,
it works. Keep doing it.

This may not be the only way,
but keep your thoughts pure
from the inside, in whichever form
you please, pray or talk to
yourself with words full of peace,
pure power, infinite bliss.
Instead of saying, I hate, 
say, I love, I love, I love, I love,
it works. Keep doing it.

You needn't chant any mantra,
nonbelievers may not worship
anyone, or anything, just check
your thoughts that rot inside
you on a daily basis, clean 
the garbage from your mind,
convert it into a garden, by
planting seeds that are replete
with your and the world's
well-being, keep on talking,
I love, I love, I love, I love, I love,
Change the world you're living in,
it works. Keep doing it.  

The supreme species

farmers, who feed the human
civilization, are starving to death,
women, 'used' to breed the supreme
species are getting violated;

rich becoming richer,
poor poorer, as an aftermath
of the vulgar growth and
development, global warming,
in the heat of hatred and wrath; 

wars have advanced,
they have become viral, 
digital, cyber, nuclear;

on the other hand, volumes
are written with chosen words,
selective histories, measured 
Ps and Qs to highlight generosity,
magnanimity, and benevolence,
to fill the lifeless shelves, grease
pockets of lofty ideas with the milk
of human kindness that never comes
to play on the needy fields;

we are taught by design, to be positive,
with heaps of hopes on transformation,
on the resurrection, to be proud as the
supreme species born with consciousness, 
the sole differentiator from the rest
of the nature-abiding creatures;

in this day and age, basking in self-glory,
blinded by towers of achievement, 
screeching accolades, appreciations
nothing goes inside, no guilt, 
no shame, no remorse, no atonement.