The New Nation - Internet Edition

Blind yearning

Fouzia Huda

Where would you leave me

vacating the abode of my heart?

My blind yearning cries out time and again.

This heartrending attraction is deeper than

any eternal root.

In this certainty of depth

of perennial desire

you still exist under the shade of my love.

What makes this lonesomeness

behind such intimate closeness?

This heart never desires to remain vacant

but submits to the abyss of confidence.

(Translated by M. Mizanur Rahman)

Because of you

A.S. M. Babor Ali

I cannot weep.

Weeping gives me pain

In my chest.

How unbearable the pain,

I cannot show you.

I cannot laugh.

Laughing stops the breathing

In my lungs.

How painful that is,

I cannot tell you.

I cannot think.

Thinking creates migraine

In my brain,

How untolerable that is,

I cannot express

to you.

Anamika,

All my sufferings

Because of you!