The Surma River Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Oh! How gracefully you flow!
You must know,
That you're and were the beloved,
Of numerous alive and dead.

You're not a river,
But a living nectar,
Of mind and essence,
You are the Nile and Thames.

Many a time tenderly I did gaze,
At your curves as if a girl of village,
Was on the move with a pitcher,
Giving birth to beauty and letting it scatter.

How can I not remember,
The lovebirds' joy once seeing you together?
Watching your ripples dance,
And the crazy whirling wasting no chance.

Like the hectic time you flow,
Yet without end you glow
As the sacred cascade,
Keeping secrets in the breast long unsaid.