Travelogue
The key could not be found, they quickly broke down lock of your door
You didn’t tell anything.
They freed you in wooden box, the Earth closed down its backside door
You didn’t tell anything.
Keeping aside the paddy-seeds, offspring emptied the grain-storage
You didn’t tell anything.
Southern side of the door at the place of last-bath,
there is the wings of butterfly
You didn’t tell anything.
For you waits the property, chest, documents, the quilts, beds,
You didn’t tell anything.
You are in the world of touch-untouchable, seen-unseen,
spoken-unspoken
Are you Gilgamesh, Its movable travelogue?
Flute of Shadow
After twenty years I said, I love you.
Twenty years. We live side by side
You are not surprised. You smiled,
You will get my reply twenty years later.
No, I do not waited.
I do not love to get back in return
My fondness never look back. Never laughs
My affection only weeps with blind stare
This is my fate. Only because at last I too
Stepped on the love-trap.
Shall I wait diligently for your reply?
Wait for thousand years?
Listen, after that during so many days
My grave will be wiped out from the earth.
Box of Fragrant Tobacco
Its the time to speak truth. There’s no time to delay. Come, lets organize each one. Is this our work? There’s many works to be done. All works should not be performed at a time. Its the time to tell the truth. There’s many things to be learned. Shall it go like this? Whether mustn’t there be any problem within? Most of the time I don’t understand my own work. How much we shall wait? The description of drape is stunning. Until that time if I don’t find time to speak! Shall not I open the boxes of Scented Tobacco and see. In the New Year The cows will fight instead of bulls. The offerings will be smeared with blood. Hail Mother Swaraswati, Hail Mother Durga.
[1] Muhammad Nurul Huda (b. 1949), first book of poems ‘Shonite Samudrapat‘ was published in 1972