сряда, 23 март 2022 г.

Poems by Shilpi Chowdhury, Bangladesh

 SPECIAL TIME


No protocol maintain,no meeting

Or seminar,even no police guard 

We need few time for us

In a open yard or on the bank of river.


No special or harmful member

Only the passerby under the green chamber

No duty to country or Govern

Today we will do gossip and fun.


No old or younger ego of man

Only we will be the angel of haven

In one corner of this planet

With Geetobitan and harmonium.

******

                                               Unseen chamber


I wish to call him just now

Somethings made a barrier.

My eyes dropping,hart bleeding

to hear him forever the voice

He is now above every noise

Only looking at me silently

but his loving eyes remain in my hart

Inspired all day and night at work.


I wish to get him when memorized

But a fear of tears collapse me

in the chamber.

On surface the chimney glass become dark

Under surface I surrender and cry

 Only could pray for my father.

******

                                     Smell of God


I saw the cobbler in road

Getting different smell

It took me to another haven,

I saw him in deep concentration 

My walking speed become slow

My hart took breath for a moment

I dont know why it happened

I observed his work 

All the tiny part of colors

I also could see my maker

Polish my shoes by own hand

like the same smell of creator.




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