Shahjahan Kabir :
Now are the days of autumn,
The air carries the aroma of
Orange colored solar rays.
The frost remains on the grass.
Summer’s heat
Is in the pages of memory.
Perhaps birds of spring
Will come back,
Crossing the horizon of
Frozen winter days.
Hopes build up inside.
One day all may come to an end,
Only hopes will remain.
Now are the days of autumn,
The air carries the aroma of
Orange colored solar rays.
The frost remains on the grass.
Summer’s heat
Is in the pages of memory.
Perhaps birds of spring
Will come back,
Crossing the horizon of
Frozen winter days.
Hopes build up inside.
One day all may come to an end,
Only hopes will remain.
(Dr Sahjahan Kabir is a poet and Bangladeshi scientist living now in Sweden.)
