Poems by Tasmina Khan
End of Age (Quatrain)
Is it the end of our lovely, precious, living age?
Are we experiencing doom’s day anytime? very soon?
The time is stopped by an invisible deathly army,
No arms, weapons, are enough to kill the enemy.
I dream of your eyes, your ugly narrow look, your drooling nasty face,
I shiver in fear, sweat, and wake up suddenly in the middle of the night,
As if there is a dire monster; outside, in the dark-old backyard,
Waiting to grab me by the neck, or just will suck up my all blood.
You see the tiniest life on the earth, as well as the monsters’,
As if, you have a microscope set on your wild, crazy forehead.
How insane are you! How crazily you drag so many people to death!
No judgment, reason, even bloodshed is needed to make you mad!
Corona, you are the evilest of all creatures, the cruelest of all kinds,
Why and who the hell did create you? do you even have a mind?
How on the earth do you survive and multiply? Are you fed by human lives?
Do you even have a heart? Do you hear the everyday human cries?
Do you ever realize, how irrational, cruel, evil-minded, and unjust you are?
Your barbarism is surpassed by all till now, you’re the non-example, do you care?
When you take away the poor mom’s life, leaving the just born baby alone,
Isn’t that you? Or, when you attack the dad and make the children orphan?
The notorious, cursed, evil soul ‘Coronavirus’, please set us free, let go! Leave the killing case,
I still see your lustful grinning, ghastly-fierce claws, and your cunning, violent, atrocious face.
You are an obnoxious, invisible, monster! The worst ever example of whimsical, irrational rage,
You are the perfect label for the worst ever monster, who came to make the end of the age!
2021
Feelings of a Person With Color
Does it really matter what colour is my skin?
Or it matters how I am or my Karma?
Which one do you prefer the most?
People say in public, they judge by deed,
But when I walk side by side, I do feel,
As if I’m just from the nasty garbage bin!
Living in the 21st century, with so many blessings
from science and all those modern life glories,
Still, you judge people by their colour and their race.
And you say, you are modern? How will you define that?
Try to listen to the heart of mine, try to match it with that of thine.
You will hear the same heartbeat, the same rhythm of inner vibe.
Don’t you see the velvety soft smoothness on my skin,
You stay on the shore whole summer to get some tan like mine.
The natural curl on my hair that you artificially do for a party!
Do I pity you or react when I see how desperately you copying me?
When I smile, I try to hide the glow since it shines.
But you use a lot of products to achieve like that of mine.
You know what, I still feel pain when I cut my finger,
I cry the same way as you do when it burns on fire,
I still feel sad when I lose kin or cry when someone dies.
I have the same emotion as you do, even if I’m a person with hue,
We are just different, not similar or the twins by nature and feature,
Though, we both experienced the same Evolutionary journey together!
But, at the end of the day, aren’t we still humans?
I witnessed you cherishing the colours of Autumn,
You know what, I also appreciate like you all the fall colours,
I love people and all their rights like all flying free birds,
If you could love nature with so many fall colours,
What’s wrong with accepting us, the living people with colours?
2020
Oh, My Luxurious Mind (Ode)
Oh, My Luxurious Mind!
What should I entitle thou?
What unique name?
How to portray you perfectly,
With which auspicious flame?
My mind, you’re my worst enemy,
My weakness, my whimsicality.
I strive for you,
Still, you mock at me?
My luxurious mind,
You’re a rogue, a devil I see!
You are so artful, so restlessly, constantly you move,
As the stars of the galaxy travels scheduling their loop.
You seem to be consequently full of activity,
Busy for destructive well-thought mechanism
No time to put your feet up a bit.
You fly from one to my other occasion.
One scope after another, restlessly you pursue,
How can you be so bitter, a vicious destroyer?
You should be chained, the devil inner power!
You should not get so much scope to be bare!
Mind, you’re never contented with adjoining comfort.
Always you strive, you brawl,
How can soothe be your enemy?
You disgust your appease, you grab the utmost doubt.
You are my destroyer, you stupid!
You are so rude,
You do what you decide.
You are to curse too!
You’re so egotistic; never hang around your love.
Why are you still burning? Ever unsatisfied soul?
Why all the means of pleasure are not that you care of?
You’d better be buried than disturb all.
2015
Bangladesh (Ballad)
Bangladesh my Homeland,
Bangladesh my Dreamland,
Bangladesh, I love you,
Bangladesh, I live for you.
The green flag out of the red ball,
Plays the flute on golden grains tall.
The motion of charming water lily,
Reminds all Tigers to snatch back lost glory.
Oh, my Homeland, Oh my mother!
Hence, you’re rewarded with plenty of rivers,
The Hilsha and its silvery shine
Makes the magpie lovely dance in rain.
Our fishermen and their vessels,
Make the motherland ample!
And secure thy royal castle.
Each tissue of thy majestic Jackfruit,
Can meet up hunger and play flute.
We love you; we love our Bangla
Pretty Mom, you’re softy-sweetie Bangla!
2015
Resurrection of Love (Canzone)
I live to love you my ‘Love.’
I breathe to keep you alive,
I smile to see you ebullient,
I talk to keep you thrive.
Hence, I see you drowning to certain death,
The worries have become thy sole controller,
You are levitating out of extreme agonies,
See, I’m the same love that you used to call ‘flower’!
The fragrance is absolutely the same,
O Love! Recall closing your eyes those days…
The meaning of life was ‘Me’ to you,
I fancy, I see clearly that then YOU!
Thy admiration made me butterfly,
Bearing more colours than they highly could ever gather.
The charm of life I got from your songs,
That denoted chords when you touched my bangles.
Are the practicalities mightier than your love my Soul?
Can they really fight back to your mighty will?
Hath your fear mounted its peak for thy enemy?
To surpass the love-mountain where we built our love territory?
Honey, I’m just here, beside you just feel,
Trying to back you to hope, please chill!
Leave the agonies to be blown away,
We’ll make the mountain of happiness out of molehill!
Where you will see
Only you, only me.
2015