Stop Genocide and Save Gaza

 

Stop Genocide and Save Gaza

Imrul Kayes

Hey, unfortunate children of Gaza

Fateless women of Khan Yunis.

Homeless people of Jabalia

Uncounted hungry people of Rafah

Thousands sick elders of Jenin

My heart is cracked watching your miseries.

Your intolerable sufferings made me shocked.

But, don't stop keeping hope on our Rob.

When, where none is found to save you,

Allah might be a shield at the fag end.

Once, you had homes in Jenin, Jabalia, Rafah, Khan Yunis

Once, you had names like Hisham, Refaat, Samar, Shireen, Lubna, Faatima

Once, you had families like Akhleh, Ommi, Baba, Seedo, Sitti.

Once, you were known as poet, violinist, gardener scholar.

Now, you’re homeless, nameless, jobless without family.

If you must die, kill the killers before your last breath

If you must die, throw a rocket towards the killers

If you must die, push the trigger of a ballistic missile

`Jihad’ is the last proclamation from the Heaven.

Hey, slumbering Arabians and the Muslim Ummah,

Rise up, rise up, time is passing away.

Don’t you hear the untold miseries of Palestine;

Jenin, Jabalia, Rafah, Khan Yunis and Gaza?

Don’t you get the smell of blood from

Shireen, Lubna, Hisham, Refaat, Samar

And many unnamed stars?

The Mediterranean Sea has been reddened with their blood.

Rise up, rise up, the slumbering Arabians

Rise up, rise up, save Palestine and Gaza

Help them sustain the right of their land.

Lubna Alyaan’s violin is still calling us.

Let’s respond to her cry unitedly.

18 April 2025

Khuna.

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May I Love You

 

May I Love You

Imrul Kayes

The stormy night breaks up the silence of the night

The thundery sky flashes the violent wings of desire

I wake up trembling in fear.

The sky flashes, the wind slashes, clashes the thoughts in mind.

 

With a roaring passionate call - ‘Oh, my dear!’,

She knocks the door, I could clearly hear.

 

'May I love you?'

She pushes this stormy question in.

‘No.’

The answer backs her from a thundery sin.

 

23 August 2008

Khulna.

Thy Heart

 

Thy Heart

I M R U L  K A Y E S

  

Thy heart is a fragrant flower garden

In which I am a haunting restless bee.

 

Let me kiss the petals and have the nectar in it.

Let me swim into its streams.

 

I will arrange a pilgrimage towards your heart

In where I’ll live and reign

And compose the verses of rosy love for the universe…

 

14 April 2012

                                    Khulna.  

A Strange Wandering

 

A Strange Wandering

I M R U L  K A Y E S 

 

Once in a fine shiny afternoon

I was wandering on the Cemetery Road

All on a sudden, I heard a sweet merry note

Sung from a nearby window.

A beautiful face made me spell-bound.

 

A fine shiny smiling afternoon

A sweet chirping merry tune

And a cute teenage window-face

Made my wandering dignified.

I became a poet of mysticism.

 

22 November 2018

Khulna.

Note: Cemetry Road is a historical busy road in the divisional city of Khulna, Bangladesh.

Deep in the Night

 

Deep in the Night
I M R U L  K A Y E S

Deep in the night when you come in
I get a nostalgic fragrance.
Worm-eaten past, rotten memory diverted, distorted breasts.
Beckoning me to the dark, to gratify the lust
You bestow me your rented properties.
I remain busy only mending my conscience.

Offering me, you want to compensate your ingratitude.
Gatherings of happy days, stolen kisses, innocence romance
Bubbles of teenage fantasy
Trinkets of immature loves, robbed off unfold heart.
Hey nymph, is your compensation enough to amend those losses?
How can I accept you mending my conscience?

25 May 20117
Khulna

My Mother

 

My Mother

(Rabbir Hamhuma Ka”ma Rabbaiani Sagiira)

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

I saw her watery eyes, lit up bright

A promised drop of tear overflowed.

A sweet aromatic feeling encompassed my tiny physic

Because she loved me more than anyone on the earth.

 

I was confined; her loves reigned me

And chained with supreme loves and blessings

I had nowhere to go, no way to leave her

Because she loved me more than anyone on the earth. 

She had a glowing smile for me and a prayer

Always circled round me for my good luck

 I was in her womb safely when she was in crisis

Because she loved me more than anyone on the earth.

Her all smiles and prayers, all hopes offering me,

All her good feelings have been stopped.

No new hope, no blessing, no prayer is offered for me now

Because the most beautiful dignified lady is no more!

 

12 February 2008

Magura.

 

The Angels of Tham Luang Cave

 

The Angels of Tham Luang Cave
I M R U L  K A Y E S

Some angels were confined in the Tham Luang Cave

The Nature seemed to be very brutal to them 

They were dreaming to have a birthday celebration.

Their adventure was full of fantasies and excitements

And the return was abrupted.

Cruel disaster was waiting for them.

The angels fell into the death-jaw

And, so were their caretaker; the coach.

The whole world and the Heaven

Were melting for a prayer for them.

The God Himself took part in this mourning.

Therefore, the angels were rescued.

The sky and the Heaven are now waiting for the reconciliation.

God lives absolutely in mass prayers.

17 June 2018

Khulna

A Blue Butterfly

 

A Blue Butterfly

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

Once a blue butterfly touched my teenage mind

I awake up feeling her enchanted touch.

 

In my boyhood she drew her sketch on me

Of and on as she wish

She filled up my mind full blossomed

All around my life, there were dream-fests

I was then a hero of omnipotence.

 

But she was lost in quest of spring honey.

As a child abundant toys after his play being over

 

The blue butterflies come to life and go away

Millions of hearts get broken.

 

I am now busy in mending the broken heart

And planting the trodden dreams of life

I’m only arranging

 mending

 and rearranging…

 

24 September 2018

Khulna

The Invisible Wall

The Invisible Wall

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

Behind the back hedge when I touched your red saree

You told me, ‘not now, another day’.

At the edge of Ghosh’s pond when I touched your body

You told me, ‘not now, another day’.

In the jungle wall when I drew you close

You told me, ‘not now, another day’.

not now, another day

not now, another day…

Many a long day and night passed away in this way

You didn’t break the invisible wall.

And never break it…

23 September 2018

Khulna

A Futile Afternoon

 

A Futile Afternoon

 I M R U L  K A Y E S

The afternoon was fine

And the mind was fair,

The sky was deep blue

Scattered clouds remain there.

I have an appointment with her.

There’ll be a meeting, a sitting

And the afternoon will be passing over.

 

For a fragile lame excuse

She didn’t come.

My waiting for her

And the arrangement for the afternoon proved futile.

There was no meeting, no sitting,

And no chance to tell her that

‘I need her more than anything in the world’.

 

 

14 September 2010

Khulna 

Nusrat Afia

 

Nusrat Afia
I M R U L  K A Y E S
(May God bless her departed soul)

 

She was only eight when I first met

A dancing butterfly she was, restless and playful.

I was greatly impressed at her humorous cuteness

 

She robbed off my love and blessings

And covered herself into my solemn prayers

She alone was enough to prove that the school is open.

 

She was the centre into her classmates

At morning assembly, sports and culture and in the results

Everywhere she dominated the public focus

 

Her small body was growing as like a flower starts blooming

Nine years have been passed and she was ready to shine

But she bade farewell to us, all on a sudden received the death.

 

The news came to me as a bolt from the blue!

How can I accept that she is no more!

All my prayers, tender love and blessings for her is in vain.

20 August 2008
Khulna.

When She Stares at Me

 

When She Stares at Me

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

When she comes so close to me

I become a restless bee.

When she sings so sweet a note

I behold heart sailing a boat.

When she sits by face to face

I start restless race.

When she takes my hands with care

I dare to touch her hair.

When she stares at me for long

I become a poet of song.

 

 

23 August 2007

Khulna.

To My Sweet Heart

 

To My Sweet Heart

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

Oh, my sweet heart, I’d like to question you

How long I've to wait for you?

You’re the dream in the realm of tranquility 

How long I've to live with uncertainty?

I’m tired, my eyes are aching 

How long you'll play the game of shaking? 

Your presence in my heart I bore

Your absence I can bear no more!

 

Oh, my sweet heart, the moon is brightly shone

How long you'll keep me alone?

Dreams and desires are flying in the sky

Why are you feeling so reserve and shy?

I'm here, my dear, the time is passing over

How long you'll take to come to lover?

Your absence, in a true sense, is a death to me

To feel the one, make no fun, I must pray to thee.

 

23 August 1999

Khulna.

Wandering for Love

 

Wandering for Love

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

I'm wandering and seeking for you

Amid the drop of morning dew.

I'm wandering and seeking for you

Over the mountain, ocean and vast green hue.

I'm wandering and seeking you for praising

To remove pain and lonely embracing.

I'll sit on the flowing stream

For swimming, kissing and sweet embracing.

 

I'll hide the selfish world and revilers' sights

For walking alone with you and flying kites

I'll call the mountain nymphs and country girls.

To adore you with flowers and brandish pearls

I'll gather all arts to make a cottage.

To make two one with doubtless bondage.

I'll drown into the Atlantic motion

If you keep me in long separation.

 

I don't know who, exactly who are you?

Everything is nothing for only a view;

 You and you are a one, only a one…

The life of my life, the only reason of my born.

 

23 August 2000

Khulna.