Unspoken words
Hakikur Rahman

What was to say, was not said
What was the way to go on, was not gone
What song was to listen, was not listened
What was to awake in the world, was not awakened.

In this way aimlessly, the days have gone
While passing by, said something in the ear
I think that always, and it makes me sad.

What was to see, was not seen
What was to learn, was not learned
What was to understand, was not understood
What was to search, was not found.

My village
Hakikur Rahman

Everyone is welcome
to my little golden village.

Where sing cuckoos and peacocks
where you can see magpie-robin
The water of the small river flows
towards its own address towards the sea.

Where shepherd play his flute
The mind becomes sad a little
The water drains down during ebb
Calling by gesture.

Where the water-lily filled the ponds
Children swim in the water
All the groups of farmers
go to the boundaries of the field.

Where silk-cotton, Bakul, Palash flowers flourish
Seeing that mind becomes cheerful
Fishermen go to the river to catch fishes
On the edge of the small river.

Everyone is welcome
to my little golden village.

Appeal
Hakikur Rahman

Suddenly the light flashes in the central sky
With palpitating heart I listen to speech of someone
The appeal comes to go forward
Somehow from the very distant.

Exiting towards the path I proceed
Looking back from the first
This is a new feeling
Hope to find something.

Like the river, she has her way
Somewhere straight, somewhere bent
Likewise, when will life be at the termination
There will be the end of all the calculations.

Walking on path
Hakikur Rahman

Lost the path on the way
trying to find alone
Looking this way, that way
cannot glimpse it.

The morning went to the afternoon
the night arrived
In which corner I should find
pain of my mind.

The day went by like that
somewhere in the borders
Still the mind tries to find
the gesture of life.

Traveler
Hakikur Rahman

Traveler with lost target
Just walking around the path
Disappointment of not getting anywhere
Beats inside the heart.

Little sign of light
if seen somewhere
the whole day run to that pathway
So run and run.

When this walking will end
nobody knows
maybe it's probably possible someday
and, then he will stop there.

Find back
Hakikur Rahman

Who will give me
the hope?
I tried to find her
in this dimension
Though do not remember
her face.

Still hopefully on the walkway
There may be an opportunity
Though it is absolutely motionless
Which has no end.

Just thinking about it always
Will it be the moment again
that someday I will be with her?

New sensation
Hakikur Rahman

When there exists a huge gap
In between desire and reception
Then the stain will be cut in the heart.

In the pain of not matching the account
There is a cry in the heart.

In the direction of new day light
Start the new journey
With the new sensation in the spirit
Let us beat the drum.