poetry
Jasim Uddin
Nutural poetry kobor One granddaughter said the grave poem.
Here is your grandmother's grave under the pomegranate tree,
I have kept it wet for thirty years in the water of two eyes.
You have brought so much wire into the house, a face like gold,
Bhasait Buk cried because the doll's marriage was broken.
I was thinking of going back and forth here and there,
Who filled the whole house with so much gold!
The golden face of golden dawn filled his eyes
I took a plow and left to eat along the village road.
When I went back, I would go back and see how much
Hundreds used to joke about this.
I don't know when it merges with life
His small smile disappeared in the middle of the pain and turned towards Genu.
Take the time to go to the father's house
Go and see me but the village upstream.
I sell watermelons at the shuffler market.
Don't laugh, don't laugh, Grandpa, get that tobacco paste,
Grandma, how happy you would be if you see!
Nath shook his head and said with a laugh, after so long,
I cried and cried and cried and cried and cried.
I'm in so much pain, how can I,
Nijjhum is sleeping in the grave country in solitude!
Pray with folded hands, Grandpa, God bless you! Merciful,
Go to my grandmother's house.
Then I traveled as much as I could in this empty life
Wherever I got involved, he left
It was never too late to take a bead necklace.
Take a pound of tobacco and ointment,
I would run to my father-in-law's house in the evening!
Hundreds of shrouds, hundreds of graves drawn in the heart,
Ganiya Ganiya wakes up all day and night by mistake.
Holding a spade in my hand under the hard ground,
I drove the car with tears in my eyes.
The big love I have on the ground, mixed in the ground,
Income-income Grandpa, if you hold your arms and cry, happiness is there.
Here your father sleeps, here your mother,
Are you crying What can I do, Grandpa? Paran doesn't mean that.
In that falgun your father came and said call me,
Ba-jaan, my body is what I do today.
I spread the soap on the floor of the house and said, "Show me, boy."
Did anyone know that that bed would be his last bed?
Dressed in the shroud of Gore, I walked in it,
Where did you go to take my grandfather?
I stopped talking to answer your words,
All the languages ??in the world went back to crying with grief!
Holding your father's plow and yoke in your hands,
Your mother cries all day long.
The leaves of the tree would fall on the wild path in that pain,
The falguni wind filled the field with tears.
Rural passers-by would wipe their eyes as they walked along the path,
The mourning of the leaves of the weeping tree at their feet.
Athale wants two young bulls to drink all over the field,
Hamba Robte is not in tears.
Your mother is holding your neck and crying,
All the villages were drowned in the deep sea of ??tears.
I understand the tears in the eyes of that village girl,
The grave found its way home in the darkness of the country.
So he called for the first time in his life.
Alas, you are the crown of death-poison.
When he died, he called to you and said,
Great pain, there is no one in the world to call your mother;
Dulal is mine, magic is mine, Lakshi is mine,
I know how much pain you have to go through.
Two drops of water dripping from the eyes,
I don't know what happened to you in the guise of death pain.
After a while, he called me and told me to sing my grave
Hang it on the head of your husband.
The head that has rotted away and melted into the earth,
The pain of Paran did not die and he cried every now and then.
The twins are asleep here in the shade,
The branches of the tree have fallen in love with Guy.
The fireflies keep the lights on all night,
Jhinjhira bajaya sleep anklet is as good as the base.
Pray with folded hands, Grandpa, Rahman God! Income;
Good luck my father and mother today!
Here is the grave of your booze, fairy-like girl,
I got married and got the basic house of Qazid.
They are not loved at all with such affection, at all,
Although not hit in the hand, hundreds of strings that hit the lips.
News after news, Grandpa would come tomorrow
He was taken to his father's house in two days.
His father-in-law is his butcher, he wants to give up
I brought a lot of service to him in one winter.
That golden face is dirty, there is no smile,
Tears welled up in her two black eyes.
Sit in the grave of your father's mother and weep,
Who knows, alas, his death will be played by Paran!
I don't know, he got a rotten fever and didn't get up again,
Grandpa to see the wire buried here! Slowly.
There is no one on the bus who is in pain.
The wild grass is wrapped in his grave.
The doves of the forest weep and wail and cry day and night,
The leaves trembled like strings of pain.
Pray with folded hands, Grandpa, God bless you! Merciful.
Go to Vest Naseeb in my Bujir Tare.
Your little uncle, a seven-year-old girl, sleeps in the heath.
The rainbow came down through the gate of Vest.
I always wonder what I lost to my mother at a young age,
Who knew how much pain was hidden in the chest atatuku!
I would have seen her face like a flower,
Your grandmother's picture is in my heart.
I would hold her in my arms and cry,
Moder used to wash and erase the streams of eyes in the colorful evening.
One day Genu left him at the market of Gajna and left him at home,
I put the golden idol in the grave with my own hand,
Grandpa! Dhardhar's chest bursts, and I don't understand.
Come closer to this grave here, Grandpa,
Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh!
Slowly dig into the hard ground,
What a trick to sleep in the waste of the world!
In the fury of dense Abir, the evening descended on that distant forest,
Today, the big sadha wakes up to be robbed.
Azan is shouting from Majid in a big melodious tone,
I wonder how far the daily doomsday of my life is.
Pray for grandfather with both hands, God bless you! Rahman.
Blessed are all the afflicted souls.
