Perennial waters

Then it is time to return!

At sunset the train of time departs;

Morning goes, noon passes, and gradually night leaves too.

The train of time goes away at once

A rattling noise just falls behind.

There remain some-emotions-quite intact;

The waves of hope make a consolation for upcoming days

Accompanying the perennial waters.

Minstrel
 

Much time has passed!

A bunch of spear-grass have withered away in pride

I feel like an unwanted alien on a familiar path.

I heave sighs! In the changing dust,

I've moved a few pages slowly

Do not hesitate to say, dear bard -

I've lost again to your sultry tone.

Ashraful Kabir is a poet, essayist, literary critic and professionally a banker based in Dhaka Bangladesh.