Contemporary Poems of Bangladesh. Noor A Alam

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N O O R A. A L A M

O B A B Y

O Baby-
Time has come,
Time has come to be you here-
More loss of time will cause huge tear.

O Baby-
O the holy perfume,
The pure nucleus of this earth-
This is the right moment to take the birth.

O Baby-
O the flower of heaven-
The loving tone of our heart;
You have to build up heaven in this desert.

All the plotterers are playing Billiard,
Killer’s are freely moving with Tramp Card;
The traitors have worn the dress of Saint,
And the culprits have changed faces with paint.

O Baby-
It is you who is to come right now to face the deal,
It is you who is to open the gun to crash the ill.
You are only the sign of hope for our survival,
Whole the globe looking for your delighted arrival.

F L O W E R S W I TH S H Y
I am ever young to me-
Never to be old,
Who says you don’t feel love-
And heart is cold ?
I have seen the pearl in you-
In my heart,
Who says you don’t have green-
You desert ?
I have sung a song for you-
Though I far,
You have heard the tone in mind-
From there.
Who says you look so hard –
Have no light ?
I see you fly in the sky-
As my sweet kite.
Who says you have no smell-
Have no eye ?
I have found fragrance in you-
Flower with shy.

LET US L O V E

Let us start thinking for living together,
Let us work for the better with each other.
The time is red which going to be past and over,
Should we still keep close our eyes in cover ?

Trains have already left station long before,
Also the vessels have sailed from the shore.
Let us mark the roots for our innocent’s hair,
Let us save the sign of beauties with right care.

Some stars are still twinkling in the blue sky,
Still the moon laughing at night with her shy.
Sun is raising at the morning to love the day,
Air is so dancing with leaf and nature to play.

Let us on the switch of light of our every heart,
Let us love the views and lives of this green part.

T H E B E T T E R

It is better I cry,
Better I drop my tears to make an ocean,
Day after day and years after year .
Better I start walking miles after miles,
To count how many suffers how many smiles.

It is better I sing-
Better I talk with the soul,soil and sky,
One after one and step after step-
To paint down the miseries and fake .

It is better I run-
Better I open fire of my pen,
Page after page and reel after reel-
To draw down the faces, who kill .

I am not bit worried about my stay,
Nor I am trained in begging and pray,
But to love all and to speak the truth,
I will cry even die after I bury the brute .

T H E U N I V E R S A L C A L L

What’s the color of your rain-
And how it plays to fall ?
How looks Chinese nature-
While dance the sweet rain doll ?
Although have no idea of this-
But, surely I know,
Of course,the rain same like us,
Sings,drops,keeps same flow .
It is as like as the blood-
Flowing in you and me ,
Which has same color,power
And the unchanged working key .
You are also the Rain-
Whom I think to touch ,
With the universal call-
“Love,love,love you very much “.
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