The Angels of Tham Luang Cave

 

The Angels of Tham Luang Cave

IMRUL KAYES

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 their 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.

Note:

In June/July 2018, a junior association football team became trapped for nineteen days in Tham Luang Nang Non, a cave system in Chiang Rai province, Thailand.

17 June 2018

Khulna

 

The Global Sumud Flotilla

Imrul || Kayes

Hey brothers and sisters,

Let’s move and be the part of Sumud Flotilla,

And sail for Gaza to save the hungry people

And rescue the oppressed humanity.

When the Muslim leaders are slumbering,

Let’s be the leaders and captains by ourselves

Let’s sail our tiny boat to free the Palestinians.

Though the storm is fierce, our boat won’t sink

Though the waves are roaring, our boat won’t destroy.

Together we’ll row, together we’ll embrace the fate.

The braves never step back but receive the deaths.

They never fear the Monsters. The fact tells,

Israel is the land of Satan’s Paradise.

Let’s remove this name from the World Map.

Let’s keep our hands together and be united

And took our oars to row.

And set our caravans to reach the Gaza shore.

The monsters may intercept our ships,

But they can’t snatch away our love,

Even, if, they can take our heart,

They can’t depart our love from our heart.

Let’s keep on rowing boats through darkness

They can throw stones and shells from tanks

But we have promises to reach Gaza banks.

Hey friends from home & abroad

Let’s join the flotilla towards Palestine.

03 October 2025

Khulna, Bangladesh

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.

#PalestineSolidarity #GazaGenocide

#Jerusalem #JeninRefugeeCamp

#KhanYounis #Rafah #Hamas

#English #Poems #ImrulKayes

#Bangladesh #Palestinian

Shireen Abu Akleh

 

Shireen Abu Akleh

Imrul Kayes

How can we forget you, Shireen?
You were an Arabian harbinger.

A true voice of humanity, a clear protest from Jenin.
 
How can a bullet do remove your name from our minds;
From the history of humanistic journalism?
When you present the untold miseries of Palestine?
 
Your body was wrapped in the Palestine flag.
Your coffin was cladded in red
Thousands of Palestinians mourned for you with wet eyes.
Their outrages, cries and prayers made the procession dignified.
Your heroism made the world speechless;
Wafting like a snowy steam along the pale palm trees.
 
Your mighty pen and sharp lens
Told the untold story of Gaza, Jenin and Jerusalem
Was that the only fault you commit?
How unjust you received for your land and your profession?
Your sacrifice will tell the tale of Palestine.
 
Wake up, wake up the sleepy Arabians
Wake up to lay down the lives for homeland
And to get the right of your land.
She should be the last to pay.
 
Shireen Abu Akleh must be remembered
By the uncounted sorrowful faces now and the generation upcoming.
Shireen, you will live in our heart eternally.

20 May 2022

Khulna, Bangladesh.

Note: Shireen Abu Akleh was a journalist worked in Al Jazeera who was slain by Israeli solders in Jenin, Palestine while covering a crucial news for her channel. She was born in Jerusalem in 03 April 1971.

Seven Three One Seven Two Two

 

Seven Three One Seven Two Two
Imrul Kayes

Hello. Hello... Is there anyone?
Is it seven three one seven two two?
No response.
Hello, I’m still waiting to be connected.
Sorry, connection is impossible!

How many days have to burn for you?

How many dials will go in vain?

How long I’ve to wait...

a day, a month, a year or more!

It is urgent to be connected.

It is very urgent to expose my heart.

The boughs of coconut tree want to seduce her

The Neem trees also have evil intention

She is certainly unsecured.

It is urgent to be connected

It is very urgent to expose my heart.

For the last time...

Hello. Hello... Is there anyone?

Hello, seven three one seven two two?

No response.

Hello, are you still alright, dear?

Dead silence everywhere!

Therefore, the story is over.

23 Augustl 2012

Khulna.

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