Best Bangla Poems
i can remember the day
first met with you
i saw the blue deep eyes
that was the day
fall in love with you....
i can feel you around me
when you are not there
you are my oxygen
i can breathe lively here
in love everything is fair......
my heart beats for you
my sleep dreams for you
my sound sing for you
just wanna to say
i love you....
If we lived in a perfect world,
Love would naturally abound.
And in this utopic dreamworld
there would be no pain to be found.
Peace and brotherhood would nourish
Hope and idealistic dreams.
And Nature's bounty would flourish
in our oceans, rivers, and streams.
From rare orchids to Edelweiss,
flowers would encircle Earth's girth.
And we'd all live in paradise;
a virtual heaven on Earth.
All diseases would disappear,
and no one would die of hunger.
And only crying happy tears,
even the old would feel younger.
But alas, the world isn't that way;
Hunger and poverty exist.
And diseases are here to stay,
while warfare and famine persist.
I want to feel you
like a petal feels the wind
I want to touch you
like dewdrops touch my skin
I want to hold you
like moon shadows hold a star
I want to tickle you
like the flutter of a butterfly
tickles my heart from fields afar
I want to lay my head upon your lap
like a child lays his head upon the lap
of a sterile mother in her fertile dream
I want to miss you
like an immigrant misses his home-land
The land which deceived his opportunities
yet embraced his early footsteps
Poured his first tear in a stream
I want to think of you,ardently
I want to seek for you,secretly
In the same way those paramour's enchanting eyes
seek and wander for his flamboyant mistress
I want to live dying to have you
like a hero dies in battlefield
dying to capture his daughter's smile
knowing that the last glimpse of her
is a worn out sanguined picture
I want to find you
in the same way my faith finds God
Without seeing,without knowing
With all doubts,questions and mysteries
With all that I was,with all that I am
and all I ever will be
I want to love you
I have wasted
too many years
of my young life
wishing I had been
blessed with
a different story.
I am learning
that all life
is precious,
and that each soul
that walks this earth,
is a mere breath,
a simple expression,
of the interwoven
fabric of our universe.
We are each
a ripple in time,
and our aura
radiates energy
that travels faster
than the speed of light.
We are divine beings.
When we possess
this knowledge,
we breach
the edge of certainty,
and begin to understand
that we hold the key
to our everlasting divinity.
Hoping and praying for peace, and peace of mind.
The earth disturbers are busy.
They will not leave well enough alone.
They do not work in harmony with nature.
Their idea of balancing out the
Eco system is to destroy it.
The earth disturbers are busy...
We who are trying hard to survive.
Will not rest until calm is restored to the planet.
They run amuck defiling and slaying every creature.
Every tree every lake, stream and river.
The earth disturbers are causing havoc
and smile at each successful misdeed.
Smiling at the ocean polluted.
Smiling at the elephant slayed;
Smiling at every tusk grabber,
at every dead whale, smiling at every abused child;
The earth disturbers are rejoicing.
For every human that falls prey to their wickedness.
The earth is bleeding.
People are dying for naught.
The whirlwind has been summoned.
Love has been abandoned for power and control.
By this depletion, pain is inflicted daily;
Vanity and, insanity is the order of the day.
Vainly misconstrued evil will be washed away.
With such a shaky foundation the destructive
arrogance of the earth disturbers,
is appearing everywhere.
fingernails
against the chalkboard
-my grinding teeth
As age catches on us
Would we be found enjoying the swings
No, never out of shame
As age catches on us
Would we be found playing marbles or flying kites
No, never out of shame
As age catches on us
Would we be foun d jumping in the puddles
No , never out of shame
As age catches on us
Would we be found chasing girls or teasing them
No never out of shame
As age catches on us
Would we be found flirting away
No, never out of shame
As age catches on us
We go to temples and let life slip by
Yes , all do it there's no shame
As age catches on us
We would be found talking and praying for our end
Yes , all do it , there's no shame
As age catches on us
We stop going places, meeting people n having fun
Yez , its a done thing n there's no shame.
From the farthest distance of the land
Many soldiers fought in armies
In wars cruel demands.
A governing hand that didn't care
The brutal bastards
Committed unjustly crimes so unfair.
Upon the lands of country's over the world Far & wide.
As the dirty deeds of war were battled
As in parliament they safely hide.
Why should our soldiers ride into a battle
Just because the dirty bastards want to rule.
Why do so many men want to become the targets
& become the governments deadly fool.
If I could make one wish for all the worldly people
I'd wish them to look after the loved families of their own.
Then I'm sure the world would be a better existwnce.
As To the one that we are currently cruelly prone.
At this very moment coolies screamed, ‘train',
We scampered packing up our bags and bales,
A long-awaited train’s a certain bane,
But this one turned a boon, such were the tales,
An English gentleman hailed our hero
From his carriage and we parted to go
Our diverse ways—to our cattle-class seat,
There was no chance to know who that man was,
Nor yet more light on his tale could be lit,
Indeed, never-ending may prove some pause.
Some truths, some lies of life lie ever so,
Maybe, he took us as credulous fools,
A painful nerve and anxious seldom cools,
Some truths and lies born are never to know,
Perchance the man minted fun at our cost,
And damsels in distress lay buried, lost.
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana, divided in I to XIV parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.
I wake up every
morning
to ask myself
'what's happening'?
God gave us oil in
the Delta,
waters in the Benue
and Niger,
mineral resources
all over.
Though we've no
natural disaster,
but we got loopholes
that need plaster.
And now we are
falling assunder,
that is making me
wonder,
am even behaving
strange like an
anaconda.
We still survive
under the millitary
suppression,
not even to mention
the oppression
of the wild.
Our politicians are
all of pretention,
our leader are
products of greed
and discension,
when we are called
the giants of
Africa, centre of
attention.
Oct 1st 1960 was our
day of freedom,
since then, we threw
away our wisdom,
all in the name of
religion, politics,
what is this?
You will hear
rumours of fighting
in Jos,
killing one another
no remorse,
people are so much
stucked like traffic
in Lagos.
A piece of advice,
dont be suprised.
We gotta move
forward,
cos we are left
behind in the
race-call.
I like to eat curry
It's funny in my tummy
But then I turn really smelly!
Just let go! Let it flow! Let it flow! Let it flow!
Everything’s gonna work out right you know.
I’m looking for a better day. You’re still looking at my yesterday.
You’re playing the same old lame games that I used to play.
So lame witches, what do you have to say?
I lost all behind a man who didn’t want me publicly.
Yes in turn he lost all. Every night he calls my name.
His wife calls my work, church, and all spots I go.
I can’t help that she didn’t earn the title that she no longer has.
Oh Lord, she did nothing to be the wife of the assistant attorney general.
On him I worked hard and nothing about that work was mediocre or trivial.
So lame witches, who don’t love your husbands or give them a peaceful place to lay his head,
Don’t tread or dread my existence because that part of my life is dead.
La dah dah dah dah dah! Let it flow! La dah dah dah dah! Let it flow! Let it flow, baby!
His eyes are no longer from me lazy.
His wife that sat at her job bragging on the darts that she threw me Are driving her crazy.
Her unfruitful lies only crashed my sense of family,
sense of community, and sense of spirituality really did nothing to me,
But made me more of a stronger woman than she already was.
I’ve regained those senses that I lost because she never paid honor to her given boss.
Her senses are gone. I’m home away from home. Yes I am because they just let go and,
Let it flow! Let it flow! Let it flow!
The realness of how I was banished from the boot and the place of my youth.
Yes indeed I tell the truth. Everything’s gonna work out right you know.
My work still flows not on him but on the world. You can’t stop an intelligent hood girl.
Let it flow! Let it flow! Let it flow!
I’m straight up reppin the Southside of Monroe to the fullest everywhere I go.
Where in the hell is the work of that stupid wife and the lame assed pros?
I’ll tell you it is locked up in a vault or behind closed doors.
Mine is on his TV, and in books that are in millions of global online stores.
I’m doing much more. I’m not a belligerent, hostile, whore.
I lived that life because people behind closed doors wanted me to remain poor.
One day I’ll say hurray to my letting it flow and that it did work out right you know.
After a certain age
A situation many never see
Is now directly infront of me
As I give words to comfort
The same way that she had once done
She looks so frail and weak
But still smiles at me
And reaches for a kiss
So I lean over
As her hand slowly raises
To meet my face
I just can't believe this
As I think about it
My amazing Grandmother
Smiling since 1922
Life silenced dash-
think and cry
life is pretty!
Frustration with life, the life of unrest
The way of life
I silenced a lot Life
Silenced the cast!
My life is blackhole
....Life in Hell
Life brackets () , the minus _
Silenced the beard.
Life is hard mind
life is open mind
on the sky raft
pretty life, smile life
Life in the daytime!
Life in my mid - afternoon,
Strong heat of the sun
Life plus, life death
dash life size!
Silenced loses the pulse of life
minus silenced life.
The comma, the colon
bloody life!
Life cloudy, life ashes
Life dog rain
Life saratakasa silenced,
What is amazing!
my life.......
Life and death trap
Silenced the laughter lines
Eid curved moon!
Star of Life hash × °
Table of Life
Life is sweet sour life
Talk about life!
Silenced the heck irritation
The life of heaven.
The comma, the colon;
zero zero life!
life is death after ...
(translated from Bangla kobita( ????).
Bangladesh
Bangladesh my Homeland,
Bangladesh my Dreamland,
Bangladesh I love you,
Bangladesh, I live for you.
The green flag out of the red ball,
Plays the flute on golden grains tall.
The motion of charming water lily,
Reminds all Tigers to snatch back lost glory.
Oh my Homeland, Oh my Mother!
Hence you’re rewarded with plenty of rivers,
The Hilsha and its silvery shine
Makes the magpie lovely dance in rain.
Our fishermen and their vessels,
Make the motherland ample
And secure thy royal castle.
Each tissue of thy Jack-fruit,
Can meet up hunger and play flute
We love you, we love our Bangla
Pretty Mom, you’re softy-sweetie Bangla!