The Nahar Stick
The boy who grew up
Listening to the grandmother's tales
Still wonders
How the old man killed
The cunning foxes
Brandishing the nahar stick.
You said they died of temptation.
I said no
They died because of not responding
To the cry of their companion.
Those who couldnot hear
The cry of the one hit by the nahar stick
Should read the grandmother's tales again.
If one doesnot plant arum following the fox's advice
The nahar stick will not beat
The fox to death.
The Road
The road may be smooth
It may be uneven and bumpy
But he goes on.
Date and time
Have nothing to do with
His motion and speed.
He stops and takes a rest
When he gets tired.
Time asked this unstoppable speed,
How long this way?
He answered,
As long as you are with me.
Today he has not gone out
The hand of the clock stands still.
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Intikabur Rahman is a medical practitioner and a poet who has been writing poems for the last three decades. He has published two collections poems.