Dukhu Mia

Will you glance with silent eyes
No more talking,
There was a lot to say
But, they remained as it is.

The hand holding the sword,
The same hand holding the pen-
Enlightens the consciousness
The silence was broken.

Back in the womb of tomorrow,
On the banks of the river Kunur-
Oh Dukhu Mia came
Freedom of conscience awakens.

There was a dark night,
You were a passenger with us-
By showing light to the unfortunate Bengalis
Pave way the path to humanity.

Being radiant forever
We remain wake up in that fascination-
The scope of the light of knowledge increased
By those narrations of yours.

You came during the storm of Jaistha,
Took farewell in Bhadro-
Twenty-three years of creativity
Brought all the novelty in the planet.

(Note: Our beloved poet Kazi Nazrul Islam
used to be known by the name, Dukhu Mia;
An unknown disease made him deaf;
Jaistha and Bhadro are two months of
the Greater Bengal.)