For ever with my heart’s allegiance to Boishakh
And with the unquestionable trust I bow
To the unspoken grandeur of this month.
I know when the warmth turns into heat
People may turn their face away, the thirst
Makes them annoyed on this first Bengali month
When the fiery balls and scorching heat makes
Marks on human skin. But despite all these,
Boishakh is awakened in my heart for ever .
Boishakh was the warm aspirations
Of the Falguni February when
The fearless Bengalis spoke out their Language.
Boishakh was the dynamic move
In the marches of the month of March .
Boishakh brought the warmth of freedom
Amidst the coldest month of December,
And gave the Bengalis, the first taste of liberation.
Boishakh , like Tagore is the traditional Banyan tree
Under the shade of which my own world is enlightened.
The wings of my imagination are colorful now.
We defeat sudden challenges of the Boishakhi Tornado.
The poverty in the watered rice and the abundance in Hilsa fish
Contrasts, and yet ironically complement each other.
The first day of Boishakh is an extended truth to us .
It goes beyond the arithmetic of Book keepings.
And brings forward an aesthetic pleasure of reaching
The roots of our culture and tradition.
Translated from the Author’s own poem in Bengali named , বিশ্বস্ত বরাবর বৈশাখের প্রতি
Copyright@ anis ahmed
15 April, 2021