[ In Memory of Ajmal Sabri, the Slain singer]
As the sky wears the shroud of cloud
And strong stormy winds blow away
The parrot of peace is shot on its wing
And the revolving rhythm is lost in the dark.
Muse quietly sheds its tears
Music is murdered mercilessly by ritualism
Counting rituals like a bank accountant
And precisely calculating its interests in the Paradise.
It knows not that mathematics too is musical
Nothing disproportionate can be conclusive
In the earth and the heaven or in between the two
Unless a rhythm is felt from within.
Relation between the Creator and the creations
May apparently be measured by rituals
But underneath lies love which is rhythm
Juxtaposed justifiably by never-ending melody.
That’s exactly what Saberis and Shafi Mondols have sought
The songs of Lalon and the quintessential Qawalis
Have bridged a gap between the humble I and the honored You
Knitting the notations of noteworthy music.
Devotion is disturbed amidst the invocation to terror
Melody is lost in the melancholy
Alas! as the slain Sabri is sobered by violent bullets.
The rhythm of nature is challenged by forces of destructions.
Sadly music is drowned underneath a pool of tears
Love is lost, hatred the earth everywhere wears.
June 23, 2016, Maryland
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