Fifty Lines Writing a poem in fifty line Some will laugh And some will cry The salmons are swimming across the Mississippi, Missouri shoreline The boat-man upon the Ganges is gliding by Like the woolly feathery clouds upon the blue black silver sky My hearts hurting My mind do not mind Soul is sad Flesh …
Not Enough
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Dystopia
Brutal barriers bang the ‘tabla’ And the world dances Symbols of belief shake the ‘kebla’ Hate gets the paces Discourses and codes Segregate humanism The white man’s loads Instigate terrorism Psychopaths and kings Search for the “light” When power rings They show the same might Screaming dreams Rise from fires Whitening creams Put on layers …
Labyrinth
Labyrinth This life o’ mine is a labyrinth of lie No Satan enticed me ever Nor did any God invite Where am I to go then after I die And who will help me to cross the river of Romanesque pride O my labyrinthine life Who’s there waiting for me beneath the envelope of the …
Malala Yousafzai
MALALA YOUSAFZAI Blue ribbon Daddy daddy daddy Where’re you I’ve lost my blue ribbon I need one more please Thus cry my adorable daughter, Dora, who will be one by the next full- moon Daddy daddy daddy Where’re you I’ve lost my blue ribbon The same that you used to tie up my hair with …
Kaleidoscopic kiss
Kaleidoscopic kiss O my kaleidoscopic kiss My starry kiss As if I’ve been born again and again drinking the divine drink off thy heavenly lips Kiss me, kiss me Kiss me please I’m a poet lonely wandering Wondering at the wonders that the Universe have put out to see Some appreciate at the subtlety of …
পুরানো সেই দিনের কথা ভুলবি কিরে হায় ও সেই চোখের দেখা প্রানের কথা সে কি ভোলা যায় ? আয়, আরেকটি বার আয়রে সখা প্রানের মাঝে আয় মোরা সুখের দুঃখের কথা কবো প্রান জুড়াবে তায় । মোরা ভোরের বেলায় ফুল তুলেছি তুলেছি দোলায় বাজিয়ে বাঁশি গান গেয়েছি বকুলের তলায় । হায়! মাঝে হোলো ছাড়া ছাড়ি এলেম …
Service at a chair
In Love with “Ploughing”*
By Asif Iqbal He a man of outstanding magnate with a noble prize under his belt. Uneasy with politics he chronicles “Ireland” bogs, religious divide makes his poetry tense, torn. His pen pleads to stop violence and conflict It is snug as a gun And he digs with it, just like his ancestors dug with …
Pain
PAIN Pain pain pain Go away, go away Away away away Who are you to break my heart Who are you to steal my soulmate The stranger in strangeness shift through the images of my life and death Pain pain go away Never come again Never compete Never complain Alas! Needlessly to say I’m in …
