অটোয়া, মঙ্গলবার ১৫ অক্টোবর, ২০১৯
New Poems by Tithi Afroz

Fragrance of Suffering 

The knack of dazzling diamond 
Hasn’t been touched for so long
The touch of which made the morning 
Cold wave fled with a junk of enthusiasm. 

Grass creates limitless energy
In love with a blot of dew; 
Winter sunshine becomes helpless
In the blue afternoon losing heat;
Enthusiasm grows with it when
Love craves to touch again.

Growing blackening night brings 
The fragrance of baffling pain;
Trying to find favorite hair
Of the recalcitrant young man in the sleep
Which I haven’t touched for long. 

Mind

Do you hear me?
No? - Surely you’re overtaken by magics and charms!
I know well that you would not hear me at all;
Yet fiery wind and midnight make me curious.
Touching a mind with another mind, I heard,
Words get in touch without any connection;
Since touching a mind is like touching the sky;  
The more I go intimate, the more it recedes too far;
Yes, I want to migrate to life eternal to touch a mind. 

Blue in Poison

Petting a snake with milk and banana
Brings death, they say, at snakebite.
So I didn’t pet a snake.

Rather, with utmost care I have fostered
A bird in the covert lane of my mind.
Now my entire being is full of birds,
With bird’s music and intonation.

The bird growing with the smell of my heart
Disregarded its abode like a flower with no aroma.
Alas! It changed its residence to an animal farm!

Then the feathers of the Mir Zafor clan
Grew on the wings of the same bird.
And those feathers are now converted
Into a poison-blue hood. 

Moon

Once wrapped in a piece of white cloth,
Me too shall hide under the earth.
That day I shall no more look for you.
Rolling on the soil I shall become a pebble,
And shall reach a shore floating on flood water.
You would buy me there as a stone-chip.

Then sitting on the luxurious shelf in your palace
I shall be casting my look at your moonlike face.
If a death shows me a different moon every night,
Don’t you think death is a better choice for me?

Meddling for the Odor 

You never have dreamt, awake or asleep! 
When the morning birds chirp in the deep
Attar of sunbeam, opening the yellow eyes
Feel a warm wave of breath from far-off skies,
Of someone on your tiny desolate chest, and
Grab her truthful hands, away from the land
Of reality: who could walk you onto the eternal space
Clutching your arms — lovely, celestial and fearless. 
Reliance adorns the manhood while it barters the God;
Never have you conformed the wills, never did nod.  

When all the glitters of life and songs of the poets fade
And run towards the darkness of a deadly cascade;
When the agile gloom gropes for a blissful end, 
When it looks for the tender touch of a weaning friend!   

About the poet: 
Mst. Afroza Khanum Tithi was born on 31 December 1987 in Boalia, Naogaon, Bangladesh. Her pen name is Tithi Afroze. She is the editor of the little magazine `DHULIPATH’ and author of two sole poetry books: Chondopotoner Shobdo (2013), and Urar Kushol (2017).  Her poems have been published in the renowned literary magazines and daily newspapers published from Dhaka and Kolkata. Mst. Tithi is also an activist working for women empowerment and an organizer of little magazine movement in Bangladesh while she is a government official working in the power sector. She also attended many poetry and literary festivals home and abroad. She was awarded Kobi Jushimuddin Smriti Puroskar in 2016.

Email: dhulipath@gmail.com