অটোয়া, রবিবার ২৩ ফেব্রুয়ারি, ২০২০
Poems of Tithi Afroz

River

Reclining on the horizon
I had something to speak to the river
How it runs throughout her endless life
Forgetting the rest hours, she moves
towards the sea.

From its foamy bosom - in delight
The sea keeps constantly calling the rivers - stream, sprouted brook
Pearl of Moon, Diamond of hills creating a storm of thousand names
They run in the craving of a salty, turbulent love
Forgetting the Tantra-stricken mid-days all stupid and simple rivers
Are happy being oblivious and constantly sacrificing
Their nimbleness!

Oh river, do you understand what is called happiness?
When such dances and melody of destructions create huge roars
Do you think it the sea is your kin? When you destroy the abode of peasants
And snatches the milk deposits, don’t you feel little pain?
Doesn’t your soul shiver. You run in such a blind desire of love
It is right, it is not right. Hey river, don’t indulge in such love any more
Never, never, learn how to cease, cease after learning…

Tulshiganga

The immersed wind blew in laughter
Search for thoughtful lines in copper plates
That name. I wrote in one of my former births
The fold of the betrothed fingers repeatedly recalls his name with thousands of desires
You left your kisses and the marks of your shoes
The blue-sky glows in happiness on a full moon night
Come for satisfying the desire of a lifetime
Beside the waterfront on Tulshiganga shore
The small weeds of muddy waves call only you
in a tune of pregnant fragrance…

Revival

The eyes in sleep open
At the sound of falling water
And then touches…a life of a delusionary fragrance

A figureless touch like fist love plunges in the water 
Stirring left or right, right or left side of the bosom
At that time the illusion of Boishakhi gale is busy
                               In  the shedding of ripen paddy
Yet the farmer has observed in deep adoration
The demise of full moon one after another;
Counted the blind fall of the last day of the dark fortnight

Still the hope of my heart is ransacked
In this way… in unashamed wind

Still buds germinate in the mango forest;
The sheuli flower bathes in moonlight
Knowing definitely her imminent death;
Even knowing my sleep will be shattered
Come on my eyes,
We shall be asleep with a siesta of revival…

Tithi Afroz / Dhaka, Bangladesh.