Kingfisher, Krishnachura and Manjumala
I’ll love you, so I caught a kingfisher and kept in a cage,
I planted a krishnachura in a tub to fill your lips with kisses
I desired copulation, either in wings or in branches
Manjumala, you didn’t take anyone of those-
The kingfisher flew away, its colours were released, Krishnachura lives in the forest- Its neck rose up to the sky
Forty years have passed like this.
I loved you, so in conceit the kingfisher didn’t touch fish for long
My feet had different touch
Green and blue were not exposed.
I loved you, so in conceit, krishnachra never met Radha for long.
Spread a good trap, insects touched the cheek
Green never fly colourful images.
A drop of poison and endless neglect
The beaks of birds and roots of the tree
Are profound exposure; and Manjumala, you,
Did I have any other fault?
Tiger Day
Today is Tiger Day, There’s enormous gathering.
Soldiers of Defense Ministry greeted the day
with twenty one gun salute early in the morning.
National flags and anthem was arranged by Home Ministry
March Past was organized by Child and Youth Ministry
After the display of Air and Naval-soldiers
Handicraft exhibition was arranged by the women
and debate competition was held by the youths.
With the passing of hours hullabaloo increased, uproars after uproar
The old member have titmouse in his teeth,
the children are pertinacious.
Someone sneezes on the open tails of tigers.
In the tiger day dinner, subjects of cages and zoo got importance.
Besides the speech of the President, multistoried forests
And in the repost of the Secretary the proposal of
Founding of cardiac-hospital and science-university got the priority.
Then the damsels prepared for a dance sequence.
When night approached the post went to sleep
and eunuch Ranger went to tie wife’s hair.
Sincere Thursday became ready to turn into Friday
At the end of tiger meeting, the hunters took charge of the forest.
A Fascinating Day
A death, while playing hide and seek
got down in the Roosevelt station
The sweetmeat vendor didn’t have a recess.
The milk was boiling, The sugar have ants in it,
The waiting noon stopped beside a wheel chair and
as he looked to the East an impending accident crawled.
That morning was dangling on the bag of film-maker
showing seventy-four.
It then alighted on the footpath and raised the banner in the afternoon
In it a false-bearded flutist and a hospital matron
from the wholesale market
Searched for death
Dangle at the basket-ball ground.
At night, another death
Escaped from the forceps of the dentist
Jumped at the Hudson and saw
entire underworld was confined by cormorant
The bottles remain open
Like a floating kite the tits dangle and elderly peasant.
Without passport the death crossed the JFK.
[1] Habibullah Siraji (b. 1948), first book of poems Dao Brikkha Dao Din was published in 1975