The New Nation - Internet Edition

Inhuman war begins

War is started with the greed of ardent desire

The chest of sky becomes dark with its poison

It has set up deep roots all the world over

The face of the nature has become gloomy.

The innocent baby does not know the war

After his birth, he is habituated to see

The body of coloured butterfly, fruits garden

Farm of crops and bright path songs of trees

From the deep of his heart, he came to learn

Everybody is equal to accessible door of love.

In solitary place, forgetting the permanent address

The scared sky birds found sitting

The pleasure of velour trees go deep into the soil

Address of people is perished from the eternal room

Where the soft light of candle is weeping.

Only the beauty of night and complexion of stars

Remains unhurt and eternal

The shadow of future dream hurts the sleepy body

The dense garden of the world face the disaster

In the white moon-lit night

Only the body of howling poems remain alive.

The poem of love

Youth has arrived in the early hour of dream

Rings up songs of love in the spring water

The body of rain is waiting for the long prayer

The night is overwhelmed with the ceremony of life.

You are skilled artistry expert with deep obsession

Crossing the cascade lugubrious love

You sprinkle the love tactfully in the wind's chest

At once only a poet can understand this in no time.

In the early morning of Shrabon rings up

Wave of warm love arrives shortly

Started the sound of flute at your heart's corner

In the prodigious time everything becomes picture

It becomes jovial only in the glorious poems.

-Qumrul Islam Khan