Munira Chowdhury Poems

Poem by Munira Chowdhury
'মৃতের মাতৃমঙ্গল'
দু' চোখের পাথর ছিদ্র করে গড়িয়ে পড়ে জল
পৃথিবীর প্রাচীন কবরে
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আয়নার দাগ

আয়না হতে পিছলে পড়েছে মুখগুলো
আজ তোমার মুখের গভীরে দেখি ভেঙে-যাওয়া সেই আয়নার দাগ।
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মৃত্যু, মুনিরাহেনা…

আজ এই শুক্লা দ্বাদশীর চাঁদ ফেটে গিয়ে
নীল-বর্ণ আলো ঝরছে
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নয় দরজার নদী

১.
তোমার সঙ্গে দেখা হয়েছিল নয় বছর আগে
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Meheknonda
One
A calm salty river resides in blood and broken flashes of the moon
Flooded the river.
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For a long 52 years I was writing a secret diary. Today I open it suddenly and found -- there are no words and colours on the grey pages of the diary, it is completely blank...drowned
The ships full of green chillies and cardamom from Ujan Nagar, have vanished in emptiness through fiftytwo windows of rivers, fiftytwo rivers have fried up...It is February now....And I know
In this month the Bengali alphabets are not incarcerated on pages. Goes to distant stars in the shape of scarlet birds
In honour of Rafique, Salam, Jabbar.
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1. I had hung the picture of eternal time during those dizzy mornings, stitching them...Those shadowy appearances have now become hazy...Fingers of raindrops on the roof are splitting in cries or classical music - I do not understand properly...had sailed paper boats in ponds during childhood...had thought -- the boats would grow bigger one day, I'll meet them in Mehekseas…
My birds did not fly anymore...in distant past I had clipped the wings of birds and preserved them in childhood album…

2. Now the sounds of silence are sleeping...sleeping forever...I am pulling the boat of sand all alone in the desert…
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You have made your own the right of green-violence
The way you desired
Within yourself…
Scorched heart beside blood
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This is a poem which, blown mane at Champabati river shore
Unuttered stories of a dumb pulled out, thereafter
Put into the beaks of birds…
Alas!
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Faces are slipping off the mirror
Today I find in the depth of your face the stains of that broken mirror.
Colourless numouress
Everywhere it is like white eyes of widows…
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