GOLAM KIBRIA PINU
Come, let us mix with the soil
Come, let us merge with dirt
With shame! with disgrace!
In his birthday, how could we make our presence i
In this gala evening!
Are we that much wretched?
Who gave blood out of bosom and gave a soil of identity?
Gave a flag-clad day for the ministers, leaders and generals?
Why did we tried to melt him in the new moon again and again?
Why are we so wretch ed- beggar ?
Want to grasp everything in our own bag
And made ourselves and our history disgraceful!
We keep our heads but not consciousness into it
Power and Selfishness we keep into our account
Which make ourselves filled up
He has not taken with him except himself, with his departure
Loving country and his people was only in his glossary of heart
Tell me, where have we kept him?
History alone paints his picture
burning a candle in the dark
No intoxicated elephant can extinguish that light.
Against love
Why all those envious Poison-black killer ants dance
Leaping and jumping with the songs of some death-goddess
May this be a barren time and period
Heart’s rajanigandha shall not be spoiled for Mujib.