Fanciful Painting – Our planet is going to be destroyed at midnight At this intense ruin, how could you remain solemn, O woman? I sing the hymn of silence. – There’s no one called Supreme Being golden provisions? I sing… Continue reading
Poems
Poems of Shahid Quadri
Senses (To Mahbub Hasan) Shalikh dance on the telegraph wire Palm-size leaves of Kathal tree Dawdling of light on the shrubs on the bank of the pond Here comes the Aswin My days emptied Why does the days are empty?… Continue reading
Poems of Munir Siraj
MUNIR SIRAJ[1] Counting Time My poems will not be published in this season I’ve nor written about the Rainbow-clad sarees Spangled and embroidered with golden threads, Not about the smile on her attractive lips Not about love and beauty and… Continue reading
Poems of Siddique Mahmudur Rahman
SIDDIQUE MAHMUDUR RAHMAN[1] We’ve turned into Islands Each of us now have turned into isolated islands There are hundreds of miles apart from each of these islands Or lofty mountains between one another, or frightening abyss! Temperament, upbringing, mood, action… Continue reading
Heatless Warmth of the Bathroom
Murshuda Ahmed In pursuit of splendor Days, nights, years and months Like mirages of the desert, all are scam I look for brilliance But beauty does not step on my lawn by mistake I keep my muddy lawn clean by… Continue reading
Postman of Inertia seeks Slumber’s Address
Postman of inertia seeks slumber’s site in your eyes My silent journey to the night’s fatigue goes alone Dense forest of tresses are the surges of river, parting of hair is a lonely path In the remote unknown homestead, I’m… Continue reading
Identity
What do you want O damsel, from me, Love or intimacy? Do you want resonant dialogue, silvery intrigue Fragrance of vibrant Bokul flower Tell me what I can give you? Take this numb clasped fingers Sandal-decorated wind, emotion-filled turbidity Flamboyant… Continue reading
Poem of Seventyone
I made the poem lie onh the carpet of grass reciting charms The poems have got the magic of staring straight standing erect, The poems have become target of going to the battle Discarding the hills, caves with vlows and… Continue reading
Reserved Forest (To Mina)
I went on walking a long way When I met you. In that reserved forest I’ve heard that story from some other’s remarks Human beings become nostalgic While speaking of the story After walking a long way Crossing a thached… Continue reading
Mujib
ROKONUZZAMAN KHAN Green are dark forest, meadow, river-banks and cropland Everywhere there resides Sheikh Mujibur Rahman In this golden land fields yield golden paddy in abundance Looking at the smile of crop it seems that Sheikh Mujib smiles When Bangali… Continue reading
That name is Mujib
SIKANDER ABU ZAFAR Under the sanctimonious happy resort of mother’s care When the babbling of the child with fearful surprise Stops the hands weaving mats of date-palm leaves A few moments happiness shankhachil or sounds of doves A few new… Continue reading
From Mujib I take
MAJHARUL ISLAM Taking oath from Mujib I plunged into the war with weapon in hand Taking warmth from the Sun I sprinkled those to the meadows Vow of the battle-fields is my vow I’ll lead the glorious chariot of Victory… Continue reading
Stay, stay a few more days
ABUL HUSSAIN I can not loose you, even now O my hero, you can not go away Your sudden desertion, like this What was that so urgent? You never left us, ever before You never took the seat of exaltation… Continue reading
What are those pictures?
ZILLUR RAHMAN SIDDIQUI What are those pictures, you have dreamt? At your leisure, hastily, in your memory Was it your sweetheart, son, your mother Or of colourful kites that you treasured In your childhood days, the small room Of ‘Baker’s… Continue reading
Perpetual Name
SHAMSUR RAHMAN A boy, a village lad, Runs through the fields and lanes Bright smile like the rays of the Sun Lights in his lips Looks towards the greens and the creepers In great love The river Madhumati smiles too… Continue reading
My Identity
SYED SHAMSUL HAQUE I was born in Bangla, I speak in Bangla I walk thousand years on the borders of the fields of Bangla I walk keeping behind my footsteps on the soft silts Thirteen thousand rivers ask me, ‘From… Continue reading