Poem

Why do I worry for dreams unknown, 
Between hope and fear my thoughts collide,
Chasing tomorrows have yet to ride?

Why do I worry for seeds unsown,
Between the restless storm and spring tide,
Harvesting the crops yet to provide?

Why do I worry for deeds I own,
When all the unknowns will be my guide
And the seeds will root where oceans hide?

(Howrah, 21.08.2025)

সাথী আমার বাঁধনহারা,
স্বাধীন পাখি,
নীল আকাশে মেলেছে ডানা,
হৃদয়হরা। 
খোলা আঁচল, আগুন ঝরা,
রঙিন আঁখি; 
স্বপ্নে হারায় প্রেমের কানা,
পাগলপাড়া।

সাথী আমার স্বপ্নের ডালি,
জোছনা ভরা,
জ্বলন্ত ওই তোমার শোভা,
হারিয়ে কথা
অন্তরে জাগে ওই সু প্রভা 
নীরব ব্যাথা;  
গভীর রাতে শুধুই জ্বলি,
পাগলপাড়া।

পথ ভোলা পাশব এ মন
বড় বেয়াড়া,
সময় নষ্ট, পিরিত মিছে,
শখ তামাশা 
হারায় কোথায়, কার পিছে 
অলীক আশা?
মরু পথে ঝর্ণার স্পন্দন 
পাগলপাড়া।

(হাওড়া, ২১/০৫/২০২৫)

In heavens high where starlight weaves,
A tapestry of cosmic dreams,
Seven wonders glow, serene,
Their beauty vast, eternal, seen.

If there were splendor pure, divine,
If seven wonders crowned the skies,
You’d shine among them, radiant, rare,
A timeless light beyond compare.

Your laughter hums like comet’s song,
Your spirit soars where angels throng,
In every hue, your heart’s embrace,
Outshines the stars in boundless space.

Sweet, my dream, so beautiful with a mole, 
A kind of kind, fairy fair alcohol; 
I know her more than my life as a whole, 
Gave her everything along with my soul.

She pretended to come to become sole, 
I am nothing to her, played as a doll, 
She never accounted the hefty toll, 
Deserted me lightly, ‘cause had no caul.

Ego led me to mental aerosol, 
Desires galloped me, lost my lead, control; 
Good, bad, ill or well, got no time to pole, 
God, I forgot to patrol the petrol.

I know the dream for dead of revival,
The shorn of pain from life shut my fiscal.
The idle race spoilt the loam, ploy arval;
Worn the spring off, besorting vatical.

Sought to flame the fay, chimera nival;
Red out of my heart, hurt so critical.
Whom to blame? River humps her own rival;
Forlorn hope, down and out in my jacal.

At once I wake up past the vile portal;
He shouts, "The sphere is on weekly rental."
Past to present future, stung in total;
Ebbing with elixir heal the mortal.