Dara Mahmud

The Spring Upsurge

The band party has moved in
The blood streams
They are sturdily playing the drums and cymbals
The bugle along with the synthesizer are dispersing
In the blood cells and in minute veins and arteries
And are singing stormily—
‘What it was it was right
What is happening that is right
And what will happen that will be right too’
The local streets are on spring dresses
And the birds in that vicinity are all become the blue-throated barbet,
The birds of the spring time—

Blow

When you blow, the moon rises a little higher and the sun goes down,
When this game permeates in a relationship–
Then the blow lost its prominence,
And the relationship becomes important itself,
Like the fireflies lit on and off in the spring time forest like the distant mangrove…
Relationship is also like the fishing boat on the waves of the far-flung river,
That has up and down,
Whether you blow or not…

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