It's noon
I'm on the way of Shahbagh
Before the National Museum
Pineapple, Mango, Litchi
scatter their scent,
Sweetest flavor of Jackfruits
loots my nostrils
Gluttonous flies
flying over the seasonal foods
The summer sun
fries my skin; oh its burning hot
No air is flowing
Your fair makeup is gluing,
sweating, blowing
Fearless the dog in supine
In the crowded it closes its eyes
Global warm pierces it, need cool air! '
-Wednesday, June 12, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
jackfruits, weather,
Form: Free verse
I know I'm alive
when I find the sky is blue,
when I find the birds are flying over the sky,
when the spring wind touches me lovingly,
when the scorching sun of summer spreads the scent of ripen jackfruits,
when the umbrella comes with my beloved under the seasonal rain drops
I know I'm alive and fall in love
when you come back to me after Eid vacation
and make me wait on the bank of Buriganga river
- Tuesday, June 11, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
jackfruits, life,
Form: Free verse
Basundia, a glittering wonder of untamed raw Nature,
The pastoral splendour that reflects Eden in miniature.
The claret lychee-yards that stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop
With its branches, bunches that loop, loop, loop loop.
Blonde body of jackfruits dazzles green luminescence
Of grass-wet field as if with the golden phosphorescence.
The abundance of fruits fills the air with a dozy scent
So that thirsty drunkards of Nature can drink affluent.
The fresh air enters into the heart instead of the lung
And captivates that inner core, ever-new, ever-young.
The enchantress Basundia with her wands of Beauty,
Drenches the eyes of beholder with nectar of divinity.
Categories:
jackfruits, nature, peace, places,
Form: Pastoral