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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Emranor Reja
11.09.2020<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2026.
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*
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\u2026
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*
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\u2026
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mahuya<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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