POEMS

The song of blood
-Lokman Hussein Fakir

Give me a white man who bleeds white.
Give me a black man who bleeds black.
If you can do that
In return you may have any priceless thing that you want.
As many people from North Pole to the South live,
As many people from Western Hemisphere to the East live,
All are but made of the same blood with full of love and friendship,
Then why do you make distinction between them?
Then what makes you draw lines between them?
You assess right from your birth to death
and judging from the truest sense of every religious term of the world,
Must you find everywhere humanity supersedes everything else
though you are proud of differing that.
Then what makes you fight among
yourselves again and again?
Without the Creator this world has not been created,
Everyone has been enjoying fully
the sight and light of the same sun.
When you are sure that everyone of us
live in Allah’s creation of clouds and rain,
What makes you to be proud then?*
-Translated by M Mizanur Rahman

 (*In Memorizing the two great demised souls- Maestros Lokman Hossein Fakir of Bangladesh who composed this song and Bhupen Hazarika of India, the international singer and composer who sang the song soothing our heart and soul)

Thirsty soul
-Farzana Zahid

My dear love
If 1 am an alcoholic
Quench my thirst and be my wine.
If I am a depressed dark sky
Be the stars and keep me shined.
Let me tell the earth,
Those ocean filled eyes are only mine.
Surely my glittering wrapped fate will
See the death
Then let me choose the graveyard in
Your holy heart
If I want to live
Be my inhaler and let me breathing you.
My last wish is “oh my love, don’t be apart.”