The last traces of water evaporate from the beak of the wind
The weather, in inexplicable mysterious ways,
Gives birth to a different sun, again.
The ghost of majestic moonlight
Stands unguarded in its dusky robe,
Leaving behind the field of art
There's no reason to be afraid of darkness
Nothing to fear from earthquakes, storms or deluges
Yet the field, the river, the hills and the forest
And orderly day to day life are rattled
When horse hooves are heard at a distance.
A lonely man walks, covering his body
With the shroud of time
His eyes light up but soon lose their luster
As dreams are followed by nightmares
The field of grass he had left behind calls him.
He once lighted a lamp in the deepest crevasse of life
And saw with numbing wonder
How light revealed nothing but darkness.
Putting the shroud in the grave the lonely man walks
Retracing his footsteps.
The Family Bride
The family bride isn't afraid of the venomous snake
Or daunted by the untimely death of her partner
On the bridal bed.
She has turned herself into an expert sharp shooter
Who can stop her now on land, water or air?
When someone is pushed to the wall
Doesn't she become an invincible wall herself?
And you know very well:
There is no weapon more dangerous
Maruful Islam is a leading Bengali poet of our time.