FIVE POEMS OF MD BADRUDDOZA

FIVE POEMS OF MD BADRUDDOZA

Some Words from My Burning Heart

My heart is burning like a burning volcano now
In the fire of hate and anger
The one who killed my brother Floyd ruthlessly
In the space of color and race
Why do people do so ?
The bright roar of protest is around the world
Hundreds of Floyd’s raised arms and
Have depicted glorious bright flag of seeking justice
O my joyful bird of the morning, black cuckoo,
How are you through this death?
Bunch of a people are immolating , because of racism
How many flowers are falling from the stalk of life
And how many we are looking for
any message of destruction of human harmony.
What a tragedy the cry of Floyd’s youthful soul brought
O Floyd, what a wonder your blood has awakened !
Tthe consciousness of people all over the world
Floyd, what a wonderful way to screw people over
No violence during an epidemic
When the eyes of the people see the procession of corpses
Why human civilization is full of such beetle stories
Let all the violence of racism be ended
Don’t be silent
Do not joke silently without hating and protesting
Is the world moving backwards ?
Are we still some slaves?
What a cruel way to extinguish the lamp of his life in eight minutes
The poison of hatred fell from his bright eyes
The new history of George Floyd has been created
In the light of red blood in the sweet cry of his soul
May all the joy in human creation be , O Floyd,
tarnished by the cries of your six years old daughter.

George Bernard Shaw

George Bernard Shaw
The world’s greatest playwright
knows the world as George Bernard Shaw.
He was born on July 26, 1865 in Dublin, Ireland.
He came to earth with the immortal message of humanity.
He is the progenitor of genius, along with other intellectuals.
Although they have given solutions to various problems.
By categorizing the problems in a unique way in the play
He picked it up.
Poetry is huge inside his prose writing.
Sacred and poetic analogies do not match in the writings of others like him.
The main drama of the speech is his, who tricks the reader.
He received the Nobel Prize for writing.
His stage plays also fetch high prices
His job is to take the society forward.
Reading his writing, the response spread around,
His immortal creations are full of tragedy
So everyone gave him a catch.
He was a craftsman of words
This is how the lighthouse of knowledge was lit.
All his writings filled with artistic juice
The reader found sweetmeat
His Man and Superman,
Made him super.

LIFE IS A PURE POEM

Life is a pure poem
Fatigue and courage are the rhythms
Life is good sometimes bad
This is the conflict of life with life.
The sky of life is always sad with pain
In the golden light of a gentle dream
Ever perhaps manifested in joy.
Here is the sweat of the past
Lament spreads black incense of mourning
Bosekh’s violence sometimes goes on here
Sometimes there is a severe drought in Chaitra
Never a dark fog of winter,
The torrential rain of Shravan
Sometimes Fagun’s honey is also the scent of flowers
Everything is the name of life.
There are many obstacles to fulfilling dreams here
The catastrophic hour abroad is in full swing
Dream night in the dawn of peace
The brilliant analogy of life floats
Wanted-power firefly in the water
In a dreamy sweaty chest
In the cornice of life
Never the glory of rain
Ever the golden fragrance of love
The body of life is sometimes sweet and sometimes sour
In the deserted ferry of life
Sometimes the golden past faces agony
Death peeks out at the edge

The history of life remains
Right in the middle of life and death
The message of formidable courage and liberation
Victory flies here in an aesthetic fragrance
Life is nothing but a bunch of pure poetry
Every human being here is a unique poet.

YOU

You are the daughter of nature
You are the magical melody of my Rabindra song
You are my soul and mind
You are the pure love poem of my favorite poet Omar Ali.
You are the immortal eternal light
You are not black in the darkest night either

You are a calm, gentle, moonlit night
A violent whirlwind took over my green chest
Play endlessly.

Like ever beautiful deer cubs
You walk me
In the deep forest of the heart
You dance and dance
My mind is on the crooked path,
All the beauty of the world is in your face
Infinite longing in your eyes
After the stream of Shravan falls, there is reunion and separation
My lips caressed
Your smile is a wink
You are an impeccably beautiful beauty
Be the daughter of nature forever.

TRAVEL IN THE CYCLE OF TIME

Coming and going at the rushing pace of time
Infinite love for the compassionate world
So come back and go back
I went back to the silvery river at night
Returning after the immersion in river water
I feel cheerful, delight
Come back again and again
Let’s I go back to the beauty of full moon
I go back to my birth month and am overwhelmed
With the joy of coming to earth
Come back to ventricle rejuvenated
I go back into the fog
Come back to the flash of light on the horizon
The birds go back to the flowers
Just I come back with a love song in the voice
Memories of a past life go back to the museum
Let’s cut the chewing gum of memory and come back
Let’s go back to the deep darkness
I come back to the light
Let’s go back to the endangered people
Come back again with their sad leap
I go to the people who are affected by Covid-19
Seeing the crematorium of death,I am terrified
Come back again
I go back to the smell of rice
Come back again in the evening with the birds chirping
Poetry went into exile
Let’s move on to poetry again
Without poetry, the fan of the mind does not match
I go back to the woman who are devoted in household duty
Come back to the virtues of life again
I go back to Ekattar soaked in my blood
Come back with strength and courage again
I go back again and again and come back
Loving this world.