The New Nation - Internet Edition

What I never told

Fouzia Huda

My untold words start crying at the dark recess-

Really should I leave alone?

Ominous thoughts sail out. Tears roll down

shadowy on deep water.

Would You Turn Me Back?

Couldn't you understand my untold words?

They are set at my bosom

with queries inflamed abreast.

Look at heart's tears where shadow covers

the rubble path.

On that milky way

potential progeny walks on

unlike will-o-the-wisp

you destination is not unknown.

What makes you hide your pleasure?

What makes you burn by fire-emitting arrows?

Won't you turn me back

where heart's desire is deeper than roots?

Path

One path converges another,

still solitude stands a yard away.

Your arrival sounds

on the low whirr of wind

shivering the eyes of green leaves.

All words spoken wayward are fallen

The scene remains incomplete on the way

without you.

Only dense light covers the path

In quest of another path and my eyes

stand fixed on you.

Take me as far as you can.

The bloomed way

off the time

your anchor is certain.

Your happiness is as priceless

as diamond.

Translated by M. Mizanur Rahman

Hua Hin memory

Thai King lives at Hua Hin palace during summer

When blue-watered sea kisses shore

Foamy afternoon sleeps with Singah beer

Thai ladies bloom like orchidst

Seagull and cloud of gulf of Thailand

Enchanting plants of Marriott Hotel and Spa

Evening market, dinner within open air concert

Abundant fruits, angling shrimps from tanks-

Sweet eyes of Thai ladies in the massage parlor.

Hua Hin city-

O more cute memories than Thai ladies.

Where I planted ?

Budding trees dressed up

In the latest spring fashion

Winter oozing from the hot sun.

Pussy-dream posed like tiny cat paws ready

To pounce on your cheek.

Blooming catkins bakes love

Sprouting from potholes

Spring has sprung.

Harbingers of spring peep and chirp

Where I planted you seedling ?

Ashraful Musaddeq

Everyday and every night

I want you in my butterfly heart

So that I get you in the world

Everyday and every night,

Pick-up and gather your red rose of love

Trembling thrill and waves after waves

Awaked body and mind

Cuckoo of spring sings in sweet tone

I also will be chrysanthemum today

Throughout your garden

You are imprisoned in someone's painful tune

Get it realised in poetical alphabet

In silent hour at dead of night

With shy reddish affection,

Let your world fulfill century after century

Everyday and every night

In honey forest of spring

Both you and I shall awake.

Is everything all right ?

When I speak it seems

Is it all right,

When I move on the way it seems

Is my destination known

When I start writing it seems

Is my pen moving truthfully!

When I am acquainted newly

I think am I acting ?

When anyone asks me, How are you

It comes out from my lips automatically

'I am very well'

Because, I am always excellent.

My dear readers, friends and audience,

Whatever you heard so long

Is everything all right?

Lily Haque