Long Bangladeshi Poems

(DEDICATED THIS WRITINGS TO THE BIRTHDAY OF SHEIKH HASINA, HONORABLE PRIME MINISTER OF BANGLADESH)

Today is propitious day of Bangladesh
Happy Birthday to You O Great Leader Of Bangla
Sheikh Hasina (Prime Minister of Bangladesh)

In the heart of...

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The Little Master, Sachin Tendulkar

At Wankhede Stadium in Mumbai,
   The Little Master chose to say good-bye;
His Rembrandtesque canvass hat shading eyes,
   He whispered thanks up to high-open skies.

Gods spurned earth but...

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The Bangladeshi Flood

It is the latest worrying news to hit this troubled nation...
There is a growing bewilderment and fast rising indignation....
Ever since the Home Minister proudly announced to the nation...
Malaysia is in urgent need of...

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O dear grandson, come here, have a look,
This is your grand mother's grave yard under the pomegranate tree.
I had buried her body here thirty years ago shedding my tears.
When I brought her at my home...

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If your national and ethnic loyalties cannot understand other views of YOU, how are u better than Putin & his supporters?

Study ethnoi, ethnicity, nationalism ... And European wars (numerous) even under the Church - plus...

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Backpack without a "space", enter without an "e" and sift without a "h"

My Typing speed keeps me in "strumming" exemption these days, 
as these are seasoned in radius and ulna, non-prolific though
They hold the state...

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Should an office employ 
50 men 50 women
87 white British with 7 of them Asian 
2 Indians 2 from Pakistan 
1 from China 1 Japan 
1 Bangladeshi and 1 Black man 
90 on the right...

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Sometimes, I wish, I simply wish,  throughout the day  
Musing, on a moonlit night soaked in a blueish essence 
You and I, falling short of words. Silence, gone astray 
Pastime of eternity, where...

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I am not a writer, not a poet, not a literateur, not a critic
I am a reader, like to read myself within world literature
I write sometimes something willy-nilly,
I write the whirling words of my mind...

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White Saree

You my friend! In White(1) Saree(2) and grim faced
Your dresses were, as always, colorful and laced
What happened to that enchanting, infectious smile?
Where is that enthusiasm, your charming style?

Death is a reality and everyone must...

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Poor Man On A Bike

There is a viral photo of an Indian/Bangladeshi on a bike...
With 5 little children and his bedraggled suffering wife....
They all are seated on the bike, one kid seated up on his...

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You my friend In White  Saree  and grim faced
Your dresses were, as always, colorful and laced
What happened to that enchanting, infectious smile?
Where is that enthusiasm, your charming style

Death is a reality and everyone...

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Fifty men of Bangladeshi mining workers have to sleep-
A large room in a warehouse, 
While the light reservoir plays all the time, 
From there, sometimes the sound of tired crying is fiddling.

The palms of their...

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The gentle breeze will blow,
It will bring news for new.
The old will become young,
Everywhere the birds will make song.
Bangladeshi white lily will offer their fragrant,
There will be no chance to be arrogant.
The rain will put...

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No rain cries today on the field of Bengali
literature
Cloudy nymphs have gone too far away from
nCoV-19 weather

The hottest sun makes my body cry by sweating
Weeping drops full in my cotton handkerchief

No more he is
No more...

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Mr. Robinson’s going into a coma 
Slowly… gradually… 
All his family’s seeing him 
But nothing to do anything 
Mr. Robinson’s going into a coma 
What a deep sleep it’s! 
How much long a death is...

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How, How Much....?

The blood was very pure
The green grasses were childlike sure
The war brutally destroyed our war heroes and heroines
Thousands of peoples died
Thousands of mothers and sisters couldn't save their chastity
for this land, for the...

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I am handed a bottle of wine 
I am told it's French and then, well, that's it

I offer my son another mint
He'll one day discover mint sauce

I'm drinking yoghurt out of a glass
I'm annoyed at...

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Bygones are again beginning.
Big Nose Kate and Doc Holliday
bang and toss China plates,
bothering my ears with their
blooming Southern inhospitality.

Bedbugs, I never want em,
because they bite in the night
bedsits' in Birmingham Alabama
big red marks on my...

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