W. Wordsworth
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears;
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Haiku
Ashraful Musaddeq
Shadow
sunbeam on the leaves
shadows walking around
unkind desire
Shadowy
thread ball is moving
children running behind ball
shadowy life span
Shock
phython is coming status in trepedation
cyber shock syndrome
Signal
no star in the sky
a face is glowing from mind
signal of morning
Silence
you can overlook
pale sky through the windowpane
dead screaming silence
Sleepy (To Poet Catrina Heart)
summer summer-love
rain-love goes leisurely
sleepy grass laughing
Bird and poet
Rafique Bhuiyan
Thousand streams form one picture
To speak of a river,
The dream of millions in one Man
Finds a true leader,
Two pathways on two parallel lines
Tied into love’s net,
Free is a bird on its wings and also
Free is there a Poet.
Boundary demarcates a landscape
For us to live in,
But the memory’s home is in mind
An abode within,
When love fails anyway, life meets
Its goal nowhere.
Once out of sight, dark swallows all
Blinding forever.
Rivers find many similes in women
In each other’s beauty.
The Sun bums wide sandy beaches,
It is the nature’s duty.
The Moon has unfolded her bosom,
The sea rises and falls.
An eagle hiding near the lake smells
Love in living dolls.
Translated by Shamsul Alam Belal
