Liability
If you give me a pinch of belief
I will be indebted to you for rest of my life
If you give me a bit of sustenance
I will remain in your magnitude
If you give me a touch of courage
I’ll break apart all your adversities
Make me of your own
I’ll never become myself again
If you give me love
I’ll give you all the worlds of love
If you teach me to walk to the path of death
I’ll only die for you only
If you live for me
I’ll be ever indebted in all your existences.
Shadow
Before your appearance your shadow became visible. It said it have nothing to declare . . it is entirely a shadow. I was searching for a synonym of love, I didn’t find any silhouette . . it was entirely love. Your shadow told me your are entirely remarkable.
Damp hair, sharp nose, totally stretched, you speak sharply, immobile, whereas too much dynamic. Her own self is like a rocking chair. At times stops at its own will.
I’ll look for her words among the stars of the sky.
In antique places,
Among previous people
In former you
Just like an ancient tree
I know very well I’ll not meet you again
I too am prisoner to the shadow always
How could I break down the chain of the penitentiary.
[1] Quazi Rosy (b. 1949) First book of poems Poth Ghat Manisher Nam was published in 1981.