Lockdown- 15th Day Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Little mud with thatched hut
Many were in this hut from my forefathers
All are passed away

I saw there was an old banyan tree on the corner of home yard
A tamarind tree was there on the east side of pond
Was there afraid of ghost at moonless night
Was there dome of straws on the entrance side of the yard
Cocks, hens, ducks, cows, goats full of domestic animals were
Were there paddy granary, fishes in pond
Were there Syed Masjid and Kali Temple in my village
Abbas Maulabi and Dev Prasad Brahmin taught religion there

But now no hut there is without concrete building;
Picture of Socrates, Plato, Aristotle
Picture of Einstein, Hawking, Sri Tagore, Whitman
Tomb picture of Ghazali, Shams Tabrizi, Rumi, Lalon Shaiji
Saintly picture of Mother Teresa telling me consciously-
'No one is permanent o dear child! '
Now, I find all these are in this painting scenery of artist
and in the true poetic expressions

As memory rider an artist and poet can awake the gone past
Ephemeral all are on this earth inn
Though slight glittering happiness in the artist canvas
and poetic imagery words;
After a while these all will be disappeared

I, s/he and you are not eternal
Eternity is not the property of the creations

Happiness and sorrow, life and death, time and tide...
Healthy and wealthy, sickness and poverty....
Disasters and epidemic either natural or artificial
Frolicsome and lock down city
nothing is permanent

Universal truth that-
Eternity is not applicable to my thinking
where time is always changeable link
and unseen separation being

This dark night will go far after some hours
The sun must shine the world offering nature



09.04.2020 (Chattogram City)