Nodi

Je nodi grisma, sheet na mene
Shukiyei thake,
Tar chor-e basante ghor ke badhe?
Sei nodir-o naki jol chilo shona jay
Itihasher khanikay,
Aj-o ache; tobe baspo r ke dekhte pay?

Dui kul-e ghor bnedheche koto asankhya jatri
Epar oparer cholachole tar buke bnidheche setu
Tobe barshay nodir chokher joler astitwa ki?
Je nouka dar-er chnoyay ekhono bnachiye rakhe take
Sei noukai bojhe nodi-o tar motoi shukno anyo golpo
Tai shotosahasrya barsha nouka nodir kachei raat pohay.

Greenpeace

The tree wants to lie down
But the soil remains hard
For centuries the humid wind has teased
The leaves, one by one,
Have succumbed in disgrace, distress
Long has been the wait for rain.

The roots have believed, they have no thirst
The stem loses shame, loses its bark
Branches break away angrily in vain
Flowers, last, have migrated long ago
The life inside burns in the sepulcher of hopes
The moist soil looms over the horizon of smoke.

So save the tree, for it still is alive.
Be human, or to life, be divine
Whisper to the wound, don't be shy
With each drop of loss, a clot must arrive.

So let the tree live, the shade might be fine
Touch, feel and connect the blurred lines.

Spring's breeze

If this is what spring was all about
Then thousand winters are worthwhile;
For the breeze that drenches me in love
Carries signature of the long hidden eyes.

I am able to see in darkness again,
Able to again lose myself
                       in deep dark fortress
 Where a flicker of hope winks
And today I dream to take your hand
And pull you close to this mad mess.
The poet has finally met the insane breeze
The one that cries, hurts, cares and kills.

If this, my wonder, is Spring
How glad I am to rest in peace
If this, O bird, is the breeze
May the bard live forever in me.