Once the love of autumn

Once I went plucking nigh jasmine,
While my chilled feelings as gloomy divers-
Looking towards gloomily forgetting own self.
In the last purlieu of brimming river-
The sweet scent of water lily sailed to unknown.
I became wet in drizzle, poured as wet crow.
Array of clouds roared in the sky-
As the caverns are being passed paramount Everest.
At dawn of autumn, I went to pluck night jasmine,
I shouted saying why isn’t this love as this nature?
Once, to catch butterfly, I went out from home-
Lost passing horizon behind it,
Aisle of land were not finished,
Golden parrots flew over my head,
Getting afraid turtles looked to me
From branches of dot tree,
What kinds of guest am I among nature-
Proclaiming to all, why isn’t this love as nature?
Today I see my yacht swaying as jeopardize-
Through the macabre current in river.
I lost my own freedom,
A ferocious Python of fate comes to-
Invade my own sovereignty.
Replacing the curtain of fate,
Ceaseless hail storms are pouring over my forehead.
Cuddling with cold violin-
I lost my last asylum.
Today my love is unsurpassed barbed wire.
They are the siblings of Antarctica.
Thorn-apples tell many stories touching my tone
The lost love what are plucky tidal in my worship now.

By My dear Friend
Abdullah Bulbul ( Bangladesh )