Long Chittagong Poems

Summer day; Chittagong, Bangladesh
Though there is no difficulty for the holy Fasting
The sun in its usual service
From our concrete life, global warming kidnaps jovial motion of the wind
Winter is far away from the spring
The hotness...

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Birth is not from sin but from the best love, 
from the faithful love of two biological soul; 
From the gushing liquid I'm as if an aquatic animal 
Birth is not from the drop of...

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   Built in a Belfast shipyard
 for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line.
   On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee
 flew the Southern Cross ensign,
   down a slipway to the sea
...

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As the essence of water
I am flowing over the entire world
I've power of over flowing
Absorbs me the sand;
Absorbs me the mud,
But I survive easily in them
I live long into them as vivacious life

The Fire burn...

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But I learn and oblige to learn 
which are taught to me, how to teach me 
From the divided Holy Scriptures; 
which are followed our predecessors 
the divisions lives in belief and disbelief, 
No division...

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I also feel the pain, I feel sorry
When I am forced to hate someone,
I live in the heart of happiness
When I love and get love from all,
Because I'm human
I have a conscience
I have the power...

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I'm emotional
To you all my likings
One of the insane character

In the scriptures of love, I am ignorant
In the comprehension of love, I am a constant failure learner

Your affectionate smile, your shy look,
The obscure ripples of...

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Please, don't put me in a nightmare.
I want to live in the open-minded temple of your heart.

I have seen the full expression of your love.
In the petals of sunflowers, marigolds, and dahlias that are wet...

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Where?
When did you get me fully?

I was just like before
Still, I am the same

In the sacrifice of love, I gave you
Myself, my whole being

But at the end of your thirsty lustful enjoyment
I got my whole...

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In the apathetic chest of grass
The open intercourse of autumn dew
 
Opening wings, the bees fly
With the beats of Rabindra Sangeet

Without moon in the neon lights 
Fireflies sacrifice themselves happily

In the durable voices of Sarod
Say-...

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I've come-
no rose in hand, no tears;
with moaning heart
standing before your epitaph.

inside of me rain of tears are falling
but here you are buried within ashes.

Do you know the air has life!
Do you know the sunny...

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I saw the golden morning fly away
Holding the eagle's wings just around noon

The warmth of the afternoon touches my reflection
And running in the lap of the falling afternoon

The silver afternoon is drawing patterns of twilight
In...

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I am not abstract shapeless
I’ve shape, born in the human body

You can draw me also
Without seeing, in imaginative structure

Although it’ll not be exactly to see
Yet you can draw with conceivable meditation
 
In the decorations of...

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