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  • Two Years And A House-Inmate

    Having soaked up two eyes in tears, the dying year said in a crying tone, ‘Dear, Adieu! the bell of my departure has rung.’ Listening to her cry, the inmate of the house broods over the day when he will also go away like her. Smearing kajal in eyes, drawing colorful design on forehead and…

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  • Desire

    Had I been a river, I would have run to meet the sea. Had I been the moon, I would have floated smiling on the sky. Had I been a cloud, I would have poured down water over the paddy and jute-fields. Had I been a lamp, I would have spread light in each corner…

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  • I Realize And Cannot Realize

    I realize the buds, the flowers and their blooming in the gardens of earth; only I cannot realize their falling down from trees. I realize the clouds, the rain and the sweet soft sound of its fall; only I cannot realize the thunder. The rivers, the fields, the oceans, the forests, the hills and the…

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  • War Is Life

    I can go to war with those this very day who are against hunger, who are against death and who take arms against the invaders. Boars are destroying all the crops of life entering the fields of civilization; jackals are devouring the corpses of our kith and kin digging their graves; vultures are singing the…

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  • A Fairy Tale

    Once these paths were rivers, these fields the processions of water. One day on these paths the princesses used to go by the pea-cock boats. On these paths with huge goods the merchants used to move. These paths were rivers, these fields the processions of water. In these fields, the silvery fishes, touching the uprising…

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  • A Stony Hero

    Here death, killing, violence, hunger round the clock play the doom’s game; Snatching, hijacking, injustice, inconvenience grow the grass of sorrow in the field of life. Here life is like the Padma@ on whose banks stands the sandy sad shoal vast, stretched and lonely; Still life does not bow down to sorrow but stands erect…

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  • Each day comes

    Each day comes to push us to the door of the Past; After the day, nothing remains but the darkness. Like Homer or John Keats we will be mere the Past; Men may remember us or utterly forget. What lasts on earth for good? Here immortality, like our life, is also mortal and perishable.

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  • A Guitar Of Light

    Someone has, as it were, thrown away a dark net and the town has become a trout in that net; no morning, as it were, has ever approached here, the town has submerged in an overflowing darkness. The town seems to be the island of a fairy tale. I wonder who are, like giants, snatching…

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  • A Song Of Faith

    Blow the sail, boatman, in this unruly wind. Removing the sweat of destiny, grip the oar in the blister-stricken hand. With successive strokes of faith, go forward cutting the angry waves and keep muttering the name of the kinsman of your existence. Boatman, keep singing your soul-crushing song in his name. In his name, raise…

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  • O The Cowboy

    Hundred years ago, where were you? When your mother was a little girl growing like a pine tree, did anyone conceive a hero-like man was hidden in the folds of the her body resembling a pan swelling up with heated date juice? Or did your dad- as a vulture from the high sky searches for…

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  • The World At This Moment Of Night

    The world at this moment of night has turned into a mosque. The world at this moment of night has become a silent soft mat of prayer. All the movements have come to a close, all the dins of horizon have become still. After the day’s toil of tilling sins and virtues like a tractor,…

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  • A Contrast

    Look how the sun rises and sets, Earth becomes heaven where man lives; It is man who gets and forgets; Only Allah gives and forgives. Roses bloom and nightingales sing, Rivers run, their waves fall and rise; Allah gets pleasure by giving, It is man who takes and dies. It is man who has made…

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  • First Sin Of Love

    Let others say whatever they wish, but why didn’t you say: ‘Love is never a sin’? Why didn’t you say standing for a while in the court of love: ‘The man who loves may become a killer, a fire, a storm or a tidal surge; if you afford the power, either kill him or exile…

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  • একটি ঝাঁটার প্রার্থনা / সায়ীদ আবুবকর

    বহুত দিয়েছি ঝাঁট ঘরদোর বারান্দা উঠোন বাড়ির চারপাশের যত পথঘাট। চোখঘোলা গৃহিণীর খসখসে হাত, জানি না, কী নেশায়, না শখে করেছে আমাকে দিয়ে চারদিক ঝকঝকে তকতকে। এইসব সাদামাঠা ঘরগেরস্থালি করার জন্যে তো আরো কত আছে ঝাঁটা; হায়,প্রভু, আমাকে মিলিয়ে দিন বীর্যবন্ত সেই ঝাড়ুদার ঝটিকার হাত দিয়ে পৃথিবীকে ঝাঁট দেবে যে একটিবার। আষ্টেপৃষ্ঠে পৃথিবীর কী বিশ্রি…

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