HOLY CRY IS THE POETIC FLOW. MAN IS BORN TO BURN. POEM IS THE RESULT OF NAKED BURNING. SO FOR IT IS TOO GREEN TO REVIVE. SOME TIME FUZZY TEAR, MANY A TIME OPEN TEAR HELPS GIVING THOUGHT CHILD FORTH. ONLY FOR THE POEM IS EVER HOLY. HOLY CRY IS THE TRANSLATION WORK. MONIHARA FONI NAMED IN THE TRANSLATION LAND AS A HOLY CRY. BENGALI POEMS WRITTEN BY SIRAJUL ISLAM JIBON. BUT IN THE TRANSLATION LAND BE FOUND MY MIND JOB MUCH AND MUCH MORE AND MUCH BETTER.

Emranor Reja

11.09.2020

 

 

Very dry time you are now– Manik

Where I keep you up and look for?

Wood box has used no mine

Roof with came-bamboo grandfather gift now is only story

Soil bank also, pitter filled with gold too

Hard time makes me divested look

Glorious diamond in any hand, the world is

Ready to pick it up

Nervous, restless, oh! My time

No one is in belief to have my learn

Conceived I am, let not give any one form

 

 

 

 

08

 

Golden morn, silver noon is abscond forever

Tiny house made in banana leaf playing game ever

Hide for hide game in the twaddle evening ray

Being a shopkeeper busy in selling leaf

Gone away for the killer eternity

Earth floor, cold pati ready for bride reception

Watching the new morn in tearing sweet curtain up

Sweet for mind sweet for time

Love letter in emotion, nose ornament

Of my mother, lullaby where they are?

They are not now but oration

 

 

 

 

 

 

10

 

Your arid morn, my parched evening

How can be alike?

End is afar or my dry evening

You in jail known to me

Born tear shed sitting border only for you….

Oh! Cloud, keep me moving on you only so for my Kanta

Agony, venom agony captured me

Luck of Zokkh in my knee

How long will I burn myself?

I draw your hair in the image earth

Am not well, really not

Love flower adorned around your wish

Love call born just for your need

 

 

 

11

 

Going for sleep tonight, every night

As the way of close snake

Dive myself on the pillow like the camel day after day

My dry chapter open, sleep not come in eye

Snake within me, harmful snake

Bite me in time and on time

Oyster flow taught me lesson

Snake without gold is for mine

I am Rasu of Manikbabu

No one for mine

What has gone, gone for last

Helpless, very poor for world

Rasu I am no one waits for me.

I am snake without gems and jewels living as close

 

*

Poor, poor loveable one, will you knock at my door

Unknown to you worm eats our tradition

Song of marriage on husking paddy about to lose

Palanquin in four legs where  be found

So vacant I am, have no boat

How teach you how to swim

Shirni-korma is now history

Rice on wholesome plate gone for ever

Grandmother always now haughty ever

In search of your Shurmadani tried

How I receive you, I am in vacant

South air aloof from hair-parting

History of wild hidden in morn

Come in swift to take the key

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*

Green bird, my green bird’s tone

Much time gone without you

Much instant out of me without your watch

You are never, loo! Cloud in the sky

Fertile time it is to open your wish…

But, long doze within your wish

Listen, my pipe song playing in the air

Let a walk in my hidden zone

Calm quite it is, cute for you

Open your arms now made for me

Otherwise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*

 

Losing garland of love busy shed tearing alone

Sometimes mind wants to stop life-boat

But failed, green smile come across my dream

Keep my hands on her hands

Go roaming on for then.

For after a while let it sleep

Bihareelal walks across the mind

Sitting on lucid sit search in Kadamboree…

Thought for some time she goes for ever

Find her never

That brought Shraban rain in my eye

If get you, you will be in jail onto born mail

Dark call will be around your room all in zoom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*

 

Who makes a dream in my lovelorn portrait?

You are dazzle in sky-Shari and chain

Rinse me now, let us have a safari

Safari of mind, combination of lives and leap

Known to me how to wake the queen of myopia zone up

Have changed the magic stick, legible way

Now have a look of mine, take the taut of choking of Raban

Then you will all in all be.

Being Seeta don’t make a blunder to conceive me, poor one.

Believe me,

No confidence I have in Ram

Where will you hide?

Since I will go there gone just for you

My step moving on Bangladesh,  even to Ponchaboti

Made me insane, Seeta, come to study my lovelorn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*

 

Feeding me gist of Dhutura

Go away after long after

Coming sleep in back turned in vain

As the fruit of drop in very hot oven

 

Being Mouthil cuckoo Biddapoti

Pole filled with my tear even in the dry month

My earth house turned into Vega

You are not now, so for I am not full of wan

Being Mansa power venom in my boat

Come once alike Behula, visit for mine

Will be able to examine

My line in the agony wild, big line

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*

 

Binodinee–

How long you are out of sight

Are you Kanta of Kandipara

I on awaiting for cloud of Ramgiri

But

Where the cloud, random cloud

Your utterance was to be Lorchondrani

I am already lost memory about Moynabotee

What a song, how you dance

Known to me trail best of yours to draw my portrait

My eyes look your arms over, over the time

Loveable dear built a hole in my mind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Snake Without Treasure

 

Your name is jail

Under the promise of mine

So for mehedy color within ground of mind

What and where your name?

My picked treasure going to hole up Titas

I was toiled in search of that

Keep walking towards the gate of Gokarrno to Shimrailkandi–

Kandipara and the area of Mallabarman

Kishor fate made for me

As he was mad losing her mate in the Titas land

Titas girl in the dream of mine

Dance, tone, ambrosia of Titas makes me insane

Get you if tearing bashfulness

In Lungee, colored sheet of cloth

On that time don’t make a wrong to recognize me

Mind that my skin dogma of Gondar loran

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream Lesson

 

Tree shelter is my mother

Golden seed kept in her

Alas! she has lost it in the last

Agony is my life mate then, dream was out of thought

On time you have made a tour in my land

Miracle, really miracle

Made me a way of dream, sweet sound

Bravo confined in me to go ahead

You will be alive as my mother

Will we cultivate next nature

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Limb Sense

 

Oh! my infancy gone away where

No alert clicks aside me

Refulgence, long Refulgence moves on time

Surprise at your sodden journey

Wish your come, come before in my lives

Green child of Amon paddy when in my pocket, you was not there

Game of Danguli, Kanamachhi, Bauchhi very much enjoyable in the tint time

You were afar, afar of mine

You are delay so moon, but communicative one

Stroll on my time journey

Recite the poem of life, get alone ready for next land

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mind Map 

 

On listening

Onto the chaplet of your oration

That makes me a flight of geese

To have fly around the vacant bank

Subconscious mind gone on catnap

Unable to conceive green gossip of Bengali

Hidden, really hidden your gentle cute form

Now, I am on the crazy horse owned Kuddus Bayati

The rest time will stroll across us

You are aside of me if

I will establish myself in Mathin hole

Dheeraj hated by me

You are taught with love of Mathin

My eyes for blue green, impatient want

Just for you

And your pill pole face continued the country of Banga

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mist Love

 

My born only for you– Shakuntala

Let your hair to have my one

Love face gone forever

A king without kingdom before your walk

Puzzled eyes attract me

So for Kanbo-child deliver your hands over me

Today I am a king of mind

Pleasure in born by beauty

Banalata that is mother source of splendor

I am in you and will go forward in the way of yours

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Open Watch

 

Pretty dear

My ebb-tide self driven onto your green yard

Krishna is present in my pipe prayer

Your green yard filled with grape flow

Yearning and I am yearning for cute sleep.

You immolated time for tide just for wild mouse

Indifferent so you are

Break all found bricks down I will with Parshuram stick

Don’t close angel beauty, wait for love air

You are for mine, drunkard

I am your Modon drunkard

Come along the wild and mild way

My ductile napkin simple enough for you

And do catching your time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Loo! Eye

 

Padminee

How are you

Miss your juice much, very much

Alert to step on, this land is fertile so

Are you informed–

Barrgi doomed this land, wholesome whole

Your flesh batch rabbet year for year

Now they are in vial

Come into light drawing modern wail

Capital flow works for blood

Humanity is just eye-wash

Dravirh daughter you are

Listen in the society, watch the glum

I am your Krishna not going Mathura

My snake body round your watch

Step for walk

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Return –2

 

Bloomed flower

Flower of kandahar– Nurjahan

Come you in this sub-continent crossing the Sindhu

Only for you Selim losing hope of kingdom

Be a beggar of your love

You are dazzle, cute and gentle

Your beauty of charm goes over the want

You are podmabati in this ludo zone

Selim loveable morn yearning for tracing your loom

I am the lour-line of the Selim drone

Active you before me– Nurjahan

Come you in time over the year, time to time

Have to Selim I on rolling time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Return

 

Green

Are you able conceive tree times of you

Illusory net around yours!

Know that or try to listen–

My yard belonging much more image–

Moist sound of boiled rice, Lungi in crest mood

Watery rice with pepper in the morning

Yes for charmed!

A girl going onto house bearing kalsi

Tickle sound on the tin roof ;sleep in the grass house,

Oiling bed of head is the history of your time

Hard you’re nearest time, hardly watch

A cake from palm juice out of your sight

What a hybrid generation and their gesture

I am in search, search of coy girl made me lap

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sleep Anchor

 

Flower

Dream flower has blossomed alike Raktojoba at my door

Rushing to the Titas hidden myself

Being the nature of Bain fish for time in time

Many a spring gone away in the night water of Meghna-Gomati

 

You have discovered me, bring me out

Hold me by your ash hand

Last period walking in the Titas makes me lucky

Provides fish watch with me

Vain now busy dancing in the den of Hijal-Bot

Green nut kept moving, moved for world

Yellow Sarisha in me and green so on

Be alive, will be alive

As the beauty of Bango like the growth of coil-mine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mahuya

 

 

She come, in the eddy of time, den of mine

Who she?

When i am in rain, want of source

How to swim, want of playing unknown game

Suddenly a surprise stands aside me

Then my dance as like as grasshopper

She is nothing but a surpass, wish of mine

Mahuya!

Great of term, greater of loo

Sweat farmer in the long run i am

By born i will cultivate Binna paddy in you

Next trace adorned in rich in dazzle morn

My block skin civilized in your river

Our combined flow spreads a dream

Green village be found in our black zone