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WAR’S HUG by Md Ejaj Ahamed
The clouds wander from land to land,
The wars are gradually hugging the world,
The refugees are walking to get dreamy shelter,
The smell of gunpowder hugs the air,
The sick earth stares helplessly and does blubber.
MEMORIES by Md Ejaj Ahamed
The cloud-birds wander in the sky,
On the wings of my thoughts I also fly,
Into the mind’s window the memories peep,
I travel by lessons of life-ship
And I also become nostalgic.
Helpless Palestine by Md Ejaj Ahamed
Winter has come with a blanket of fog,
The sun has risen in the eastern horizon,
Dew is smiling sitting on the green grass,
And glittering like a diamond.
The houses, fields, tress, birds,
Walkers are doing sun bathing;
Morning welcomes
All to a new day smiling.
With gay all are overwhelmed,
I am walking on a grassy field,
I am charmed to see the beauty,
But after a few moments the ruined sight
Of Gaza flashes before my eyes,
The sight aggrieves my mind.
The dawn, the sun, the morning can not welcome Gaza
And can not bring beauty to the minds of Gaza
Although they are doing here.
The Palestinians are helpless mere,
The holy land looks at humanity helplessly
“Save me”, says she loudly.
A Gaza Infant by Md Ejaj Ahamed
I am a Gaza Infant,
I am orphan,
War took away and killed my parents,
It is not a war, it is an injustice,
The whole Palestine has been suffering from unjust outrage
For a long time.
I am a Gaza Infant,
I am orphan.
How much my parents fondled me!
They had dreams about me,
They wanted to make me an ideal human.
How happy were the golden days
Spent with my parents!
We had a beautiful house, beautiful trees in the courtyard.
I am a Gaza Infant,
I am orphan,
I had parents’ sheltering roof over my head like the ozone layer,
Dreamy days peeped in the heaven of my head,
Now all are destroyed,
The city has also been destroyed,
Now I am looking
At the blue sky with tears in my eyes.
The World by Md Ejaj Ahamed
The world has become weapons’ factory;
The sound of arms is echoing in the sky, in the air;
War war games are going on in the world
The smell of gunpowder is floating everywhere;
The arms race is going on,
Weapons are being experimented;
Human life has no value;
killing is becoming undiscriminated,
As if the weak ones have no survival value;
Some people don’t want peace, they want war because
In war their business increases, money comes,
In peace money does not come;
Behind the mask
Economic and political motives are covert;
The race for dominance is global;
The tickle of religion is a false lantern (Fanus), is flying across the heaven;
Around the world the weathers of capitalism are prevailed,
They are being turned into the climate becoming progressively condensed.
Time by Md Ejaj Ahamed
The earth has been suffering from throe today.
His body is afflicted with various ailments;
People’s minds are also sick today;
Sectarianism, exploitation, tyranny is reigning
In the realm of the human mind;
They are running on the paths of the mind speedily,
Is conquering from one country to another country effortlessly;
The soldiers of harmony, of humanity have been weakened;
Can’t stop them.
I believe the soldiers of harmony, humanity Will soon be strong again;
In their body-mind will do photosynthesis of humanity-harmony;
Blocking their way will defeat them.
How many superpowers have emerged over the ages
But according to the rules of time they have fallen;
The DNA of history bears witness.
Bringing the panacea time will heal all;
The nephrons of time will purge and purify them.
The earth will be filled with humanity’s and harmony’s fragrance.
How Beautiful the World Would Be by Md Ejaj Ahamed
Path is walking in the Sky
Cloud-boys and girls are going to the horizon line
Crossing the borderline undisturbedly with a smile
Seated borderline indifferently
Is looking with curious eyes
Is also looking at the birds in surprise
They are also flying from one country to another country
They are going easily with own minds
I am standing on the border
Many are standing on both sides
Lowering the eyes from the sky the barbed wire railing
winked at us
Then the memories were gathering in the depths of our minds
And painting on the canvas of the mind
Free goings and comings of sweet memories
Of the fenceless world were running
On the eyes and mouth of wire-fence
A sky-cloud of depression fell
I and he looked at each other with a chestful sadness
on our lips’ corners
I thought if these fences weren’t there
How nice it would be
How beautiful the world would be
They Are Walking by Md Ejaj Ahamed
In the sky the stars are walking
The refugees are walking under
With a world of mourning
They are looking at each other
With the surprised eyes
Moonlight is walking holding the hand of breeze
Refugees are stepping on the barbed wire fence or on the water-border
With a piece of dream
To get a taste of a little happy-life or
To escape from the rush of decease
Many are stuck in the border
Many are being shot again or
Water-grave is taking them by power
They passing paths of thousands- years
Are navigating prematurely to the land of no return
The Refugee by Md Ejaj Ahamed
With the burden of dreams on his head
The refugees are going ahead,
History is looking back
And floating in his memory-pot
Their numerous helpless live-pictures,
They dreamed in their own country
To build a nest of felicity,
Even in peace; like a storm war came suddenly
And took away the lives of many,
Made destitute many,
On the way made many beggars,
Their futures were beaten like a thief;
Their wishes, hopes, dreams were shattered like glass;
Nevertheless like ants on the line to survive a little bit
Are walking towards the barbed wire railing
And on the chest of the earth are writing the miserable life-history.
If you stumble and fall on the road, you have to stand up promptly;
That’s what they’re trying to do with bloody existence;
In the barbed-wire, in the water-border they are being beaten
As if they have no place on this blue planet,
As if they have no state.
Under a Starry Heaven by Md Ejaj Ahamed
I sat by a stream under a starry heaven,
The night’s eye found her face in the mirror of water,
I looked up and down again and again,
She smiled and all were being overwhelmed by her splendour;
The stream was laughing and dancing,
The breeze was singing,
And drawing fondling on our bodies and minds;
The whole valley bathed with the fountain of moonlight,
And wore the dress of delight.
Thoughts of romanticism were flying with wings
In the sky of my mind.
If my beloved were in this beautiful moment with me
How much better it would be!
Then thoughts of cosmos were flying with wings
In the sky of my mind.
How large the cosmos!
How many planets and stars!
And the thought-birds mind me the Almighty
And I said, how great the Creator!
I Am with the Queen of the Seasons by Md Ejaj Ahamed
I am sitting in the afternoon with sweet sun above my head
On a lonely white path’s bed,
The trees are standing beside the both sides dressed
In new clothes with festive intend,
The sun rays are peeking through the leaves,
The beautiful afternoon is sitting on the green fields.
The old winter has gone away from dry and cold land,
Her left little breath is embracing the air with garland;
The queen of the seasons, Spring has come near,
Nature looks fair.
The days are smiling,
The sweet light is dancing on the wavy green fields,
The breeze is walking in the flowers and the leaves
And smelling. The cuckoos are singing.
The reddish cotton silk flowers, the flame of the forest,
Mango blossoms arrange
The beauty of Spring-queen’s palace.
They are shaking their heads,
And the air is whispering fairy tales.
Autumn’s Train by Md Ejaj Ahamed
I love to travel by a train in autumn,
The train runs forward;
The plants, the busy fields run backward;
I sit by an eye of the train,
I look out and I am charmed,
The white cloud-girls fly
In the blue sky;
The wind and the sun rays caress
Our minds and faces;
The sun soaked white paths lie on the fields’ beds;
I love to hear the bards’ songs in the compartments.
The catkins dance by the apathetic railway
Which becomes gay
At the arrival of a train.
The driver blows the whistles,
The idle time also arises and fondles;
I love to hear the wheels’ rhythm.
I like to see the lonely station among the smiling trees
Who welcome the train standing by the both sides.
The breeze’ s song is blown on the leaves.
©®Md Ejaj Ahamed
Short biography of Md Ejaj Ahamed:
Md Ejaj Ahamed was born on 26 February 1990 at Mahendrapur, Aurangabad, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India. He is a bilingual poet, writer, editor, journalist, translator, teacher and peace ambassador. His published books are seven and edited books are three. Besides his poems and articles have been published in many joint books and journals. He is the chief editor of Swapner Vela Sahitya Patrika (The Raft of Dreams Literary Magazine). His poems have been translated into 20 languages. He has gotten many national and international awards with Honorary Doctorates.
