To The Spring !!
Oh Spring, how can dazzle our eyes
With the glow of your own line
You begin the remit with cornfields
Wave up the air with slight shine.
Flowers bloom, in you be beribboned
Allure the bees in their own ways
Be fatal for cuckoo remind that’s preoccupied
Calls ‘coo’ at night and day with sorrows.
Hence calls the black-white colour bird
As she recalled her late owe
She calls when the night is dead
She shows the intensity after the pause.
Buzz comes from darken bee in the flower
Fly from flower to flower to collect venom
Everything comes to us as bliss with airy shower
Oh you allure her to collect venom.
Bees are allured to check honey
Nature silently diverts her from voltore
One comes to collect sweet honey
Another is to collect venom as favour.
The sun shines mildly at daytime
Scents come out from various flowers
Circumference splash with bliss and tune
Creates turn into movement in fume.
Oh shake the people with your bliss
Make them pure and active
Hide their jealousy that for region
Change their mind turn them effective.
Oh you’re so fine with your virtue
Transform us with sprouts and tune
You’re heartiest, you’re fine
Blows us, cleans us with a divine sign.
Md. Moheb Ullah
Age and Existence
I live in an extent age
Where people like to stay separate.
Here’s the distinction of the view
Ancient age and extent are of a few.
We like those who are in relation like
But a few can maintain that live.
Some people criticize enormous them
As they’re making poem.
I like me as I do
What is needed for us to do
Many people critic me frequently
But I hear them silently.
I never hate them for this task
Though you find me always in ask.
People don’t help as they’re selfish
But I don’t critic them simplish.
No one ask me why do I do?
No answer you find from me, please you go.
-- Md.
September7, 2007
Time: 7:36 Friday.
To My Limbs:
Oh; my face, hands, legs and other limbs
You‘re my enemy at the Last Day
You’ll tell against me, when God asks
You don’t save me , say me okay.
One day God will ask you when I be hush
You ‘ll tell all the things as throw fuel
Happen in the world and in a bush.
I may cry to save but you be a cruel.
What I remember what I not
Everything will find out nothing will hide
We be fear for agony or punishment
You ‘ll be enemy against my side.
You’ll tell all what I ‘ll do in my life
Nothing will be secret of mine
I may not happy at your voice
You won’t stop for my shake.
Md. Moheb Ullah
19. 11.2007
What is life?
Many men says—
Life‘s continuous flow that can’t stop
As the wave flows that sprinkle up.
Everything flows it from first to last
Why do we reject it from our last trust?
Life is sleeping on the road of orphan boys
Life is begging from door to doors.
Life is cruel to the poor
Life is to be helpful to the richer.
Life is to do corruption in offices
Life is to net on price of goods
Life is to vanish all moral deeds
Life is to take more money and foods.
Life is to down the honest
Life is the lessen of the feast
Life is to criticize the simple
Life is to live lead by single.
Life is to cheat with all
Life is to make foul
Life is to deprive others
Life is to get help from everywhere.
Life is to brave telling moderns
Life is to cover the male to make fun
But once life will be to save all
Struggle against the foul
To make a sound society,
Life doesn’t prohibit sin from me.
Md. Moheb Ullah
11. 08. 2006
Collaborator
Some becomes patriot and be man
When wind blows to them.
They feel duty when peace goes on
Though someone try to make them fun
Those are happy for their deed
Try to feel proud as they free from greed.
Some foolish help them
As they are great man
But they remain stop
Where income s a dot
They do many things as it’s shown
They’re the speaker for their own.
We respect them as we are foolish
Otherwise we should spit on their face.
They comes where there is spring
You never look them after the spring.
Someone consider them as collaborator
You never find them in winter weather
They become to us good administrator
They’re hated, so called collaborator.
Ahmed Bulbul
06.11.2006
Terrorist
Terror! Terror! Terror!
They’re muscle man and horror
Everybody obey them fearfully
But avoid them with carefully.
A terror is always man made
For they must lot paid
‘Money! Money! Money!’ is their slogan
Kill they one another for uneven dividation.
They snatch watch, gold chain and ring etcetera
People give them thinking of their extra
They do this from their wants
Doing again and again turns into habits
They can’t return if they like
A bullet makes their fate in fine.
They are harmful for human
As beasts of hyena and tiger and lion
They should be protected by all
Exhaust them, tell them farewell.
- Ahmed Bulbul
09.11.2006
To The Royal Street
Oh; the royal street,
How can you remain silent?
The cruel torture
Unhearten us as we’re puncture.
When the mob goes on having owe
Innocent people fell on you.
But you can’t help them such
As you are helpless like us.
You can’t make earthquake on
When the mob goes on and on.
You like peace and remain quit
Many people cry being unfit.
Most of the people hate them
Who are included with mob?
As they’re peaceful, so reject them.
They did judge, over the ages.
They stopped by their power
But the mob-man couldn’t conceive
They’re dancing with great foolish.
Hope to be winning afterwards.
You are laughing oh royal street
I’m crying & looking this.
n Ahmed Bulbul
06.11.2006
Property, N’Kari Bhuiyan
Once there was a landlord
Whose heart was great and broad.
He loved the poor who are very simple
He had no pride and spent ample
People loved hi, he loved all
Helped the poor, who were not great at all.
Some people make a plan, how they can
To have his wealth as their own
He loved them, he had faith
Did he know they’re enemy and reliable for death
He was a long shaped man and was slim
What is the characteristic as his film
He loved all from his heart
There was no doubt and art
He had only two children
Mendimian and Nawabjan
They were happy with his plan
Never do harm breaking others plan
He planned Mendiamian to do educate
But was not any n his fate.
Suddenly the man fell into sick
Everybody came to help, some for click
Nobody knows only the above
What had happened at that time?
He was crying, thinking future of child
The enemy was aloud, about their field
He had poetry, lookative wife
Who was the food the enemy try hire.
But was man failed at the first step
As her husband was alive who made her safe.
Help from above
Oh! Lord of the universe, how you be kept silent
Where I’m frightened for my fate.
Most of us go for ruins
One after another as though tunes.
I don’t conceive what the mystery you have
But you know as it alive.
Some advised to flight against thee
Others remain as they are free.
The relatives go against us
As to hit a wall behind, the bus.
Some says nothing, some says things
I feel contradict with my memories.
Sometime I decide to ruin
But the result is thought me keen.
I become confuse about my decision
Sometime fail to gain the lesson.
Macbeth, Hamlet all gone result of ruins
Here I stop from my sense.
You can ruin easily, who are guilty
Destruct them with penalty
Some says cowards you may die
Perhaps it may it may be my tie.
I’m not unseen but seen
You are always remains unseen.
May I scold you from my angriness
But you flow to me the bless.
I’m a yellow dog, perhaps less to be
You are great as it must be.
I’m crazy pray for ruin
Whether it happens or not again.
You love me though I’m sinner
Pardon me lessen, your miser.
You’re too great to do anything
As binned with your own meaning
Sometimes you do whatever you like
As the child break the bike.
You can do, but not doing
As I see days are passing.
You can’t break your swore law
It makes me, in my way slow.
Help me, help me; I’m in danger
Sign me, silently with your finger.
20.04.2008
Md. Moheb Ullah
Myths & goddess
Above the surface; below the earth
We are domineering and believing myth.
Most of them are imaginative lustful thought
What do we learn from it or not?
Man acts whatever he can, we can see
We think they have many things free.
They earn by effort its’ real top them
The weak think that it comes from heaven.
Some confess their spiritual power
Some comment on hour to hour
Who has no task seeking for work
Perhaps they manage one in the park.
Greeks, Irish and Indians have many myths
They think God and goddess are kith.
May be they’re true or not
Though we know about many fought.
Goddess would like to be wife of human
As they are like man or woman.
They have the force those're unknown
Remains evergreen that differs from human.
13.05.08
Md. Moheb Ullah
BDR Tragedy
In morn at 8 am men entered the Hall
Suddenly fell down accept any call
None can understand what is happening
Everything going on against the asking.
People know from the sound and burst
Nothing can guess by us at first
Slogans came out from the cave
A man fell down on the road at the sake.
Rebels! rebels! hearing
From the inner front
Sound came out mentioning a name
How is it possible in a secured area!
Journalists went there to know
A person came front
With wearing mask
He informed , all officers arrested but alive.
Arrested officers tried for getting help
None came! None came!!
Helping them from arrested zone.
At last they lost lives,
Where the masking person went?
Nobody konws.
Rebels! rebels! hearing
From the inner front
Sound came out mentioning a name
How is it possible in a secured area!
Journalists went there to know
A person came front
With wearing mask
He informed , all officers arrested but alive.
Arrested officers tried for getting help
None came! None came!!
Helping them from arrested zone.
At last they lost lives,
Where the masking person went?
Nobody konws.
