English Poem

Thinking Not

-Ariful Islam

From the lip of black weapon coming
The Atomic lines of poem
Burning day by day the dreaming map of Bangladesh
In the table of reading foreign pornography's are playing
Dancing voices playing in the office's cell phone.
Region of gathering facing trouble the age
Lovely tiny younger are rushing the home
Shouting me.
Some of bitch barging her form road side tea stall
My son talking, I to hear, I'm not astonished to hear the amount
That astonished me.
I to hear, how to cry the freedom
Now to dishonor the map of Bangla. Reading the News
Watching falls headlines on T.V.
Thinking not, the country thought me
Rap, hijack, bombing or women force are increasing.

(Translated by : M.S.I. Sagar.)