The Grave Yard Poem by MD SHAHADAT HOSSAIN

O dear grandson, come here, have a look,
This is your grand mother's grave yard under the pomegranate tree.
I had buried her body here thirty years ago shedding my tears.
When I brought her at my home she was so small and her face was similar to golden in colour.
If the marriage of dolls were broken she used to cry to flood her tiny chest.
I was used to roam the whole house and wondered to think who scattered the whole house with golds.
I always used to go to my farmland carrying the hand made tractor and used to look her from my back.
That's why I had been rebuked by my Grand sister in law for hundred times.
Thus I had engaged my life with her wonderful smiles and sorrows.
When she used to visit her parents house, she several times did request me to go there to meet her.
After selling Water Mellons at the local market, I did never forget to buy necklace for her saving some coins.
After buying some tobacco and tooth brushe for one and half Bangladeshi coins, I used to visit my laws house at dusk.
Don't laugh, Don't laugh dear grandson,
I can't explain how happy your grandmother used to be after getting those tooth brush.
If you could see that you must be impressed.
She used to talk shaking her nose ring, ' Why you did you come after so many days.'
I was wondering and shedding my tears when you would come to visit me?
She could't stay for a single moment,
Now, how she is sleeping in that grave yard in a complete silence without me?
O dear grandson, raise your two hands and pray to God that He grants paradise for her.
Then I used to survive grabing my near and dear ones, but they all left me alone.
I had been counting how many people I had buried in the grave yard, though I was wrong calculating again and again.
I love this soil too much.
Let's weep together lying our chests on the soil, may be we can get some mental happiness.
Just here your parents are sleeping.
Are you crying? What can I do! I can't control my feelings.
The last spring your father came to me and said he was not feeling well.
After putting mattress on the floor I told him, 'Sleep here and take rest.'
I didn't know it would be his last sleeping.
While we were taking his body to the grave yard, you did cry and asked, ' Where we were taking your father?
I had no words to give your questions answer.
I was speechless.
Your mother used to weep hugging your father's hand made tools with her two hands into the deep ocean of her tears.
The leaves of trees used to fall onto the meadow forest.
The springs wind used to cry in the vacant field.
The passers by used to shed their tears, in the mean time the leaves of the trees started to mourn themselves.
The two bulls were used to cry making loud sound and expecting might be your father was coming.
Your mother also used to cry embracing the two bulls neck diving her whole body into deep ocean of her tears.
Might be the tears of the indifferent roral gilrs found their path into the grave yard.
In the very begging of her life she brought her own death and crowned herself with that pathetic death.
While she was about to die, 'O dear son, I am leaving now. I am so sad that you had no one but me. My darling child, I know how hard is for me to leave you alone in such a loneliness.
You mother wished you a lot shedding her tears.
After a while your mother requested us, ' If we put the turban on her grave yard in which was used by your father.
That turban had been rotten and disappeared into the soil with the sun light and rains water.
The aches of the heart has no death.
The pairs of your parents are sleeping here under the shade of trees.
The bright stars of the sky were used to give them light.
The crickets were used to use the anklet of the sleep as they used to love them too much.
O dear grandson, raise your two hands, ' Pray to God that He grants paradise for your parents.
Just here is your sister's grave yard. She was similar to a princess.
We arranged her marriage in a rich family.
They didn't like her too much.
They used to torture her brutally.
She used to send letters to me, ' If I could bring her from there just for couple of days to her parents home.
Her father in law was a butcher, he didn't want to allow her leave.
After requesting a lot I brought her here during the last winter.
There was no smile on her golden face. Her two black eyes were flooding with her tears.
She used to pass her days sitting beside her parents grave yard.
We didn't know she would die earlier.
An unknown fever took her away.
O dear grandson, come here silently where we buried her.
That ill fated girl was loved by none,
But her grave yard was covered with the wild black grasses.
The doves of the forest cry by day and at night.
Her sorrows are beeped on the leaves of the trees.
O dear grandson, raise your two hands, ' Pray to God that He grants paradise for your sister.'
Here is sleeping your little aunty who was seven years old then.
I thought she came to us from the heaven similar to the rainbow.
She always used to think something else as she lost her mother very early.
No one knew how unlimited sorrows were hidden into her small chest.
I used to look at her face in which was similar to flowers.
I used to burst into tears embracing her to my chest.
It removed the tears of our eyes in the touch of colourful decorations.
Once I went to a local market leaving her at home.
When I came back I saw that she was lying on the floor.
Her golden face was exactly the same it was before.
I didn't know that she had been passed away because the snake bit her.
I buried the golden statue into the grave yard with my own hands.
O dear grandson, ' Hold me, I can't tolerate this anymore. My heart is about to burst into pieces.'
O grandson, 'Come here close to this grave yard. Don't make any sound. Might be my dear will wake up.
Dig the soil very carefully and have a look how she is sleeping there!
The night is falling into the forest in which is far away from here.
I wish if I could lie down like that.
The Azan is coming from the mosque in which is similar to pathetic sound.
I am thinking how far my own death is!
O dear grandson, raise your two hands and pray to God that He grants paradise for all departed souls.