MB (November 16,1946 / Bangladesh)

Melody Of Silence

There's no clamor, no uproar at all, silent hours
Two birds and a moon can be seen behind the chhatim tree
Look at the glory and jealousy and greed mingle with soil
The soil turns these into another form
That's the eternal poem, that are written in silence
Here, ther's no king, no scepter
No grandeur, no formalities
The wind sleeps drowning its body in silence
And poems are written under the moonlight, soundless, devoid of memory
There's no yes-man hymn, no carol, no episode of enjoyment
Only a poem remain, that are written under the moonlight
The star-clad glittering blue sky
Announces the last scene of existence of truth
Try to read, if you can recite
The living persons do not recite these-

If you want to know the truth, you've to recite these poems
In deep concentration
Poems tells the truth, poems are liberated
Poetry never glorifies anybody uselessly
Only glorifies beauty and beauty is truth
Look the poetry is loosing the darkness
And the birds and moon is not to be seen
Still you and me are walking through the countless graves
And soundless silence
Speak: Is last existence of man is unbroken silence!

The graves dissolve in the soil forever
And the bees of darkness returns in their abode
Come, lets recite these poems in this dense darkness
And let all the doors open up
Of everything that are written by the dead
And the truth remains under veil.
Translated by: Siddiqur Mahmudur Rahman

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Comments (2)

The best lines and stanzas that touch my heart are... Look at the glory and jealousy and greed mingle with soil The soil turns these into another form That's the eternal poem, that are written in silence The wind sleeps drowning its body in silence And poems are written under the moonlight, soundless, devoid of memory Only a poem remain, that are written under the moonlight The star-clad glittering blue sky Announces the last scene of existence of truth Poems tells the truth, poems are liberated Poetry never glorifies anybody uselessly Only glorifies beauty and beauty is truth Look the poetry is loosing the darkness And the birds and moon is not to be seen Still you and me are walking through the countless graves And soundless silence Speak: Is last existence of man is unbroken silence! You conclude with a very impressive appeal. Thank you poet for ths praiseworthy effort. It deserves 10.
no uproars at all, silent hours..