Sunflower

O sunflower O thou receptacle of summer sun Yellow, golden, pinkish purple paints paint thy holy hallowed hut Like the golden scepter of star Like the silver dust of dusk o how thou rapture me with thy immortal magical mirth O my sunflower O my golden receptacle of sun Holy Grail of faith and fun …

Harvest Moon

Harvest Moon O harvest moon Look close by Harvest of death what does signify Other than the cruelty, hegemony of mankind Many a known and unknown died upon the battle-ravished Gettysburg’s plains, fields, ridges narrow wide The Union defends, the Confederates charge the files, flanks left right The injured and the wounded weep and cry …

Knighting The Moon

Knighting The Moon O come ennoble me Knight my nightly knightia The blue-bird is singing along by the desolate shore of the moaning milking Cynthia O she’s knighting my little squire Waking him up from his sweet sleep of love-ambrosia O my sweet Savannah O my sweet Sahara Mississippi Missouri Marigold magnolia Grand Grand Canyon …

Stranger Soul

by Ujjal Kamal   O my strange soul O my prisoner soul Where will you go after you’ve finished serving this tenure The death dreadful await at my door But I’ve to finish writing my thought For after I’m dead and gone there won’t be any thought to be thought Nor the uproar of happiness, …

A Dustbin

by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam A dustbin, passers-by iniquitous around closing eyes, wrapping nose, laments bearing oddments. The dustbin flusters in murky memories, surfs instantly on earth the rubbles of humans. A mother in red tiptoes, gets closer, throws a bundle of rags pallid, a toddler inside, dead as if alive. The dustbin dies along…

Oblique Sun

Oblique Sun O thou oblique ray of the winter sun Have you heard the bleating of the heard The bleak cold winds blow through the empty naked trees of the witchy wintry month The pack of wolves are howling at the full moon as she is descending below the line of cone pine and conifer …

Sandy

by Ujjol Kamal Sandy Sandy Sandy You came and went Wreaking havoc on the eastern States Your fits of fury downed trees, power plants Rivers tumbled causing flooding on the streets Now I’m living in utter darkness The shelves are empty in the stores Some parts of the highways have disappeared leaving the commuters hanging …

Sinful Soul

Sinful soul O dear God I’m your sinful soul Take this soul away Give me a new soul My eyes are open Yet I cannot see anymore The sight beyond my sight sigh My faculty fault at back and front line I do not seem to comprehend the inner meaning of life I sin with …

Leaves

Leaves All the leaves have fallen now Fall is almost gone The whisper of the approaching winter could be heard in every village and town Trees tall and short are standing like skeletal forms, bare bald It gets chilly in the afternoon, and more chilly as the sun rolls down below the descending dome Sometimes …