Morning light
Hakikur Rahman

What a light, touches my eyes
Summons me in the new sunlight.
Swinging in the breeze,
Whatever comes in the mind, let it remain there.
Floats a cloudless cloud,
Let the thinking of my mind to be played there.
Play the bamboo flute,
By opening the barricade, let it fly,  all the tears and laught.
Let the hope comes in the heart,
By opening the window, let all loves, fly.