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Oh Civilization

it’s wonderful,
amazing the world dwellers are
civilized they’re as well as I’m really!

with them-

my language is English
I’m civilized!
my language is Arabic, Mandarin, French, Bengali etc
I’m civilized!
I’m fully literate on grammar
I’m civilized!
I’m highest educated on economics, politics, geology, theology, spaceship etc 
I’m civilized!
I’m doctor, engineer, judge, barrister, scientist, economist, philosophers, poets etc
I’m civilized!
I’m educated on nuclear, entire solar system
I’m civilized!

I’ve Koenigsegg, Lamborghini, Lykan Hypersport, Aston Martin, Ferrari etc
I’m true civilized!
I’ve the Diamond Wedding Gown, Yumi Katsura White Gold Dress, Alexander Amosu Vanquish II Bespoke, Dormeuil etc
I’ve Ruby Slippers, Rita Hayworth, Louis Vuitton, Salvatore Ferragamo etc
I’ve watch of Audemars Piguet, Vacheron Constantin, Patek Philippe etc
I’ve necklace of Harry Winston, Cartier, Buccellati etc
all through I’m true civilized!
I live in Las Vegas, Zürich, Geneva, Hong Kong, New York, Paris, Dubai etc
I’m human of Royal Penthouse Suite, Grand Hyatt Cannes, Faena Hotel, Laucala Island etc
I’m true civilized!
I drink Cognac Grande Champagne, Diva Vodka, Dalmore 62 etc
I’m true civilized!

I’m loyal devotee, theist, true pilgrimage
I’m only true civilized!
I go to Haridwar-Rishikesh, Mathura-Vrindavan Sephoria, Jerusalem, Hebron, Safed, Tiberias, Bodh Gaya, Masjid al-Haram, Kaaba etc
I’m only true civilized!
I truly know the Vedas, the Tripitaka, the Talmud, the Bible, the Quran etc
I’m only true civilized!

I fight on the name of eradication of terrorism!
I’m civilized!
I kill innocent hungry peoples on the name of abolition of violence
I’m civilized!
I show my muscle superpower and kill ingenuity peoples
I’m civilized!
I slaughter the naïve peoples for the sake of religion, heaven and God!
I’m civilized!
I’m king, queen, prime-minister, president, chancellor, patriotic soldier
I kill the righteous peoples of world illegally for the sake of frontiers protection 
because all through I’m civilized!

how wonderful east, west, north, south busiest sides of my civilization!
there die thousands peoples for true famine, disaster in all seasons in world
(as like as in Comoros, Ethiopia, Guinea-Bissau, Mali, Nepal, 
Chad, Benin, Sudan, Burundi, Congo, Liberia, Niger etc)
but on my civilized eyes of hatred these dying peoples are uncivilized!

I’m civilized; really!
how mysterious colorful funny civilized I’m!


 -November 26, 2018 Chattogram

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I Know I'M Alive

I know I'm alive
when I find the sky is blue,
when I find the birds are flying over the sky,
when the spring wind touches me lovingly,
when the scorching sun of summer spreads the scent of ripen jackfruits,
when the umbrella comes with my beloved under the seasonal rain drops


I know I'm alive and fall in love
when you come back to me after Eid vacation
and make me wait on the bank of Buriganga river 


- Tuesday, June 11, 2019 Chattogram

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Poetry Is Poetry

I thought poetry is
-name of Mesopotamia which was the first civilization to emerge in human history
-ancient cave peoples surviving life struggle 

I thought poetry is
-an immortal love story of Yousuf- Zulekha, Shirin-Farhad, Laila-Majnu or Romeo-Juliet
-a telephonic  or open love conversation of smiling postmodern girls
-drying wet colorful clothes of beloved in the courtyard of the house
-haring of beloved with tuberose garland before a mirror

I thought poetry is
-lizards chirping from the deserted house; cockroach flying
-quarrelsome cats in the black dark or barking dogs
-the struggle of mosquito for human blood
-traveling of the arrogant indecent animals all over the night


I thought poetry is
-thrilling venturous ghostly stories of J. K. Rowling
-self-expression of known-unknown writers
-unspoken tale of a war-wounded soldier
-the regret of the thousands of dead soldiers
-the unwritten fantasy of an isolated poet
-the lonely guitar or ektara of dead singers


I thought poetry is
-without reel tie an independent flying of a kite in the sky
-in the blue sky sovereign flapping of birds 
-movement of invisible winds everywhere
-hearing story of fairytale crossing of green forest

I thought poetry is
-handmade airing of newly married girl to a new groom in lunch time
-dyed hands of nubile girls by mehndi, 
-captivating sounds of jingling anklet and kamarband of dancing damsels 

I thought poetry is
-classic music of Pandit Ravi Shankar
-immortal tune of Ustad Bismillah Khan's shehnai
-compilation of humanitarian lyrics of the legend Bob Marley
-heart touching reciting of the Holy Quran of Qari Abdul Basit

I thought poetry is 
-unforgettable philosophical discussion of Socrates with his disciples 
-the philosophic lineage of learning such as Socrates-Plato-Aristotle
-immortal scientific creations of Newton, Galileo, Einstein, Nikola Tesla, Hawking
 
I thought poetry is 
-unremitting prayer or worship of any prevailed religion devotee to get heaven
-inhuman history of bombing on the Hiroshima and Nagasaki or brutality of 1st or 2nd World War

These all are just my thinking,
my thinking is free
on my path

but poetry is poetry,
more than any thinking, many more;
on its path
Poetry is independent fully


-June 27, 2019 Chattogram

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Hold the Dream

Hope and 
Hold the dream
Or you will die fast

Life is the name of- 
struggling frantic procession, chaotic crowd, 
lunatic tsunami of the ocean, scream on the 
broken coast, scorching sunlight, ghostly 
thunderstorm, corpse lines for covid-19, 
war face of country to country, scenery of poverty,
where you can lose yourself unanimously 
So, hold the dream fast or you will die easily

Life is the name of-
winter shawl of father, prayer-mat of mother,
morning tea time of spouse, child’s undue demands,
beautiful dawn of dewdrops, songs of flying birds,
autumnal sun, Buddhist full-moon, love at first sight,
elopement flight, honeymoon night, smiles in bridal bower,
where you can lose yourself without a true life’s fair 
So, hold the dream fast or your will die with vanity care

Life is the name of-
a poetry, mixed up poetry morning, sipping tea through
the gap of poet’s eyeglass, benumbed body of the newspaper
on the corridor’s table, banded together bathing of ducks,
velvet touching of blooming flower, reddish sky canvas of twilight,
lights of the evening lamp, prayer of crickets in deserted room,
where you can lose yourself in self-indulgence dome
So, hold the dream fast or your will die without wisdom

They say, "poet lives in future, the reader in present and critic in past"
I say, "live in truth with hope, hold the dream and care the dream fast"


©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
09/11/2022

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Chirping Dawn

Flying, jumping from this bough to the bough
Chirping sharp, calling the friends over slough
The foggy smokes are walking away slowly
For the adult winter the rising sun is mossy

The sparrow couple is sipping from bean flowers
Over the plums there are dancing the warblers 
Twittering songs enchant the pink rosy fragrance
With flapping wings the butterflies on buds trance 

Thru the window glass the sunny ray is peeping
One cup of espresso is fixing my eyes to the link
To natural canvas my darling becomes obsessive
With these pleasure my soul in poetic verse trip

Nature is ever alive; nature is divine, true beauty  
Where the chirping birds is the music of divinity 

 
February 06, 2023


A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward

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Still I Am Not

Silently you smiled from far peeping me
Smiled silently with mind of lonely 
Smiled from far seeing me
Peeped through the chink of door 
You’re looking what I had done
Smiled with luscious lips of bending new moon

You smiled on my wearing lungi on fatty belly 
From far you smiled soothingly
But when I wanted to be closed on your smiling 
then you moved away other side, 
You’re smiling on my activities that-
what I’d been eating, what I’d been drinking,
what I’d been watching, what I’d been reading
You smiled and peeped always me

when I wore official cloths 
then you smiled, 
when I got out to office 
then you smiled 
smiled an innocent fair smiling 
from far silently 
When I came back to home from office 
I found you staring on me with adoring smiling, 
You looked at me through window sash
How I’d been changing the official dress 
How I’d been refreshing myself
How I’d been showering by tube well water 

You stared me standing under coconut tree
Lamp of evening lit up in your home
Also my mother lit up the candle light, hurricane
Over the sky, God also lit up the evening light 
by the full moon and twinkling stars,
When I went to your ingenuous staring 
and said on that true light-  I love you. 
You left me without reply by smiling
This was much known to me 
and you went to your own home of mind 

By course of time- All moments had been passing on, 
passing on the day, the week and the month. 
You, only, gave smiling, 
Smiled on me with lovely face, graceful lips
This immaculate, flawless, graceful smiling 
I loved very much,
I said on uncountable true lights, 
on flawless shining of sun, many times- 
I, only, love you. Do you love me? 
No answer you gave me without silent smiling,
without sight of mysterious eyes,
without hypnotizing power of dancing body 
on your went back zigzag path of smiling

(Continuous) 

-October 31, 2018 Chattogram

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So I Write

Know, I know
Nothing is what I write

I know better
I don't know anything about what I write

But, this illiterate ungovernable feeling will decay
If I write nothing

Everything I have will die, I will die
Whatever I write, if I stop it

And, yes, so I write


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Now I Am

there was the cynosure on your sky
you, the convergent point of poetry
I forgot to learn your all inner eye
and failed there to make Buddha tree

here, now, I’m to the hackneyed dark
a bearded holocaust bawl, 
I’m to me- a fresh skeleton, 
A barren bone of ravished love, 
grey yard of withered diction, 
the hemlock in dull speech, 
caged phantom of prose


-March 06, 2019 Chattogram

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I Died Before My Birth

I went to rivers. Rivers asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to oceans. Oceans asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to pebbles. Pebbles asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to rocks. Rocks asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to forests. Forests asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to mountains. Mountains asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to fountains. Fountains asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to hills. Hills asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to volcano and lava. Volcano and lava asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to ground. Mud, sands and clay asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to water. Water asked me, " Do you know I'm alive? "
I went to air. Air asked me, " Do you know I'm alive? "
I went to fire. Fire asked me, " Do you know I'm alive? "
I went to storm. Storm asked me, " Do you know I'm alive? "
I went to nights. Nights asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to days. Days asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to the sun. The sun asked me, " Do you know I'm alive? "
I went to the moon. The moon asked me, " Do you know I'm alive? "
I went to darks and lights. Darks and lights asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went to planets, galaxies, stars, meteors, milky-ways…….
I went to all cosmic creations. Everyone and everything asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
I went, went to everything and everyone of universe.
All said, "We're alive and we can help you genuinely."

I came to me. Myself did not say anything.
I asked myself, "Are you dead? "
But myself was silent. Myself did not say anything.
I came to me and sought myself.
But I did not find myself.
I came again, sought myself goodly and found-
some arrogance, vengeance, revenge-fullness, avenge-fullness
some hateful veins, aristocratic gowns, elite sense
some literacy, educations, poetic witness, wisdom
some philosophical thoughts, orating rhythm in speech
some egoistic religious activities,
some boastful writings, worthless first rank.......!
All these were dead!
But I did not find myself!
"Are you dead? " I shouted on myself.
No sound was there, no reply came from myself!
And I went back to the cosmic creations- found them alive.
I became sure that I died before my birth!
Because- I'd not been born with conscience of humanity!



-August 09,2018 Chattogram

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The Night

Blooming moon on head
Pinky sky sprinkles the stars
Celebrating love

On the waist of night
Eyes enlist earthly blue dreams
Roses offer life

© Mahtab Bangalee
15 February,2022
Chattogram