Poetry

Zamil Ul Hasan photo

By

Md. Mujib Ullah

The Night

The night is heading towards dawn,

My frustration is stretching more.

O time! I lost for a grasshopper

That flew away to a remote shore.

In the Autumn, I couldn’t explain

How much I suffered for the root.

Shabby old without glamour and armour

Had been worthless, screwed, flatfoot.

For the first time, you have asked me to know

The way how frogs were jumping in the pond.

Without warning night and day in inaudible buzz

The silent wind blew, none was there to respond.

The night floats restless as Tithonus’ mistake,

You are calling to enjoy the beauty of lake!

Tour

Walking along the road,

Dew is everywhere,

Stirring over the dust,

Sunlight fades.

Her memories in my mind

Like the afternoon rain,

True, I love to be with.

I can’t hold my fate.

The shadow grows taller,

My hands on my tab

Scrolling down to snap,

An insect on the grass.

Md. Mujib Ullah

Md. Mujib Ullah is a promising young bilingual Bangladeshi writer, poet, philosopher, translator & human activist. He studied MA in English Language and Literature. His poems appeared in Canada, USA, Australia, India, and Bangladesh.