Three Poems by Shakil Kalam from Bangladesh

i. It Will Never Be Come

My brother Floyd died in agony!
King, did you not hear his pitiful cry -
Intense screaming sound!
The sky was shaking.
What a horrible sight you have not seen! The pain of death!
He was trying to alive and desperately efforts to survive.
Didn't you hear - the sound of his death moaning,
how the hard voice grew weaker and weaker?
His heart was torn by the heavy pressure of the police knee.
You were in the blue sky?
Didn't you see this tragic death from there?
Your unspoken protest could not save George,
He was the most qualified representative of you - the successor.
What an inhuman poem was written in the land of humanity.
The whole world stared in amazement - shocked!
The green grass of the soil was stained with Floyd's blood.
The Mad King smiled happily on Twitter -
Makes sweet melody.
Excited mind in anticipation of the future.
The fire of racism is flaming with flare.
Demonstrations erupted in public outrage, uproar,
Corona was shocked by this tragic event
The golden land of humanity; it became colorless.
Slogan all aroun and the poster is fulled again; "Let destroyed racism "
King, we have not forgotten you.
Hey, Justin Trudeau, millions of salutes to you;
You are the messenger of humanity.
Your greeting; I am by your side.
The world will move forward with your inspiration.
No one will be marked with letters.
The world will move forward with your inspiration.
No one will be identified by skin color.
What we return to is primitive; Black and white!
No, we are still awake millions of poets
We will fill the two poles of the world with poetry.
The oppressed, the tortured, the exploited and deprived human beings will wake up;
In the fire of rebellion and the protests will broke out - in the tune of human welfare; All black will be erased.
No, King, do not be ashamed, do not be afraid; look, the poets are awake up.
This is time, from the earth;
The black hand of caste rivalry will be eradicated.
It will never be come back to the earth ;
"The Poisonous Tree of Racism."

ii. Where Did You Get Lost?

৷৷ A while ago, the flowers raining was flooded the soil,
Now the sun shines in the western sky,
A massive rainbow of seven colors - across the eastern horizon,
I couldn't find you among the seven colors
Come and see me once in the wind or in the guise of a whirlwind.

I saw a stars' fair across the sky yesterday,
The water lilies of massive lake bloomed across the vast sky
It was the night of the fireflies,
in the midst of innumerable stars, I am constantly looking for you;
The game of breaking and building are going on,
Where are you lost in the distant sky! but didn’t get find your trace nowhere.

I rode in a miraculous vehicle at dawn,
I found you in the Seven Peaks of the Himalayas,
At sunrise, I am charmed by the captivating scenary of poetry!
White snow; In the light of dawn
Golden game of rising sun-ray; what a wonderful sight is!

I have kept my love in an invisible cage;
Which has no boundaries.
In which office I will registry your and my love's documents.
All marriage registry offices have been locked down, in uninhabited areas; During the Corona-Epidemic.

Tell me, Kuntala, where are you?
how are you?
I really want to know! are you
in the blue sky?
How I can put on chains to your milky coloured feet.
I have lost meself in your 'Palapali' game, torn!

iii. Where I Anchored?

In slowly stepping exit grom the oceans blue hotel 'Seagull';
You anf I walked hand in hand along the narrow path of the casuarinas-forests.
Light and shadows have played before, never before or since.
Dreams match wings.You and I walked half-dark-
Towards eternity, for eternity - in the blue of the sea
I have been waiting for such a day for a long time.

You and I are standing at the beautiful time of sunrise and sunset.
The deep black night has been removed by the glittering light
The golden light of day has shone beyond the night.
I have crossed the river of sorrows and stood on the shores of happiness,
There was a flood of joy coming down the blue stairs of sorrow.
The rough seas are the target of the battle of life.
If you get lost in a trance - sink in an instant.

Today I have crossed the mountains and the high and low paths.
Standing in search of mega-life in Shunyapur with an empty heart,
Nano-life or successful life has passed-
At the juncture of life and death; In a transition.
Where we are supposed to go, there is absolutely no preparation to go there.

The carefree mind wants some more time -
What will you give me then! How awful!
The irony of fate! White bed! Oxygen mask on face;
Alone I am a warrior - human civilization is trembling today.

A woman in a white dress came to my ear and said, who are you?
I said in a trembling voice, I am Tamal. Who are you!
I am Prakriti, silently she says me; your comrade


SHORT BIOGRAPHY : SHAKIL KALAM

Root finder poet and writer Shakil Kalam was born on December 3, in Bangladesh. He obtained Masters from University of Dhaka and diploma on IAS and IFRS from the Institute of Chatered Accountants of Bangladesh (ICAB). He is engaged as the Deputy General manager in the central bank of Bangladesh. Mostly, he is renowned as the central banker, corporate governance specialist, researcher, poet, child litterateur and translator. His poems are translated published into twenty-four languages, published in the literary web-site, magazine and included different anthologies over the world. His creative and textual published book numbers are thirty-four as well as these are the best sellers. His textual books are enlisted as reference books and taught in many public and private universities in Bangladesh. Awarded with Order of Shakespeare Medal 2021, Gujarat Sahitya Academy award 2021 and Global Prestigious award 2021. He is the Founder of a literary group named ‘ShahityaPata’ and Convener of Social Development Research Foundation. He is the International Ambassador for Chamber of Writers and Artists in Spain as well as member of different International English literary journals advisory boards.