Short Bangladesh Poems
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August comes, reminds
Of Nation's Father
Green field still holds the fresh blood!
-Thursday, August 1, 2019 Chattogram
There was an old man of Bangladesh,
Who watched his wife making Shandesh.
But once, by mistake,
She made a cake
What an unfortunate man of Bangladesh!
There was a lady from Bangladesh,
Who wanted a bath to become fresh,
So she dived into a river,
But felt herself shiver,
So she swam in a thick woolen dress.
wildlife at stake!
wildness changing our hormone
men changing in beast
29.09.2020 Chattogram
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Note:- it's written on recent gang-rape of Bangladesh
Climate is changing in Bangladesh –
As a result
Some flowers of one season
Now bloom in another
Winter is vanishing fast
Summer is rougher and hotter
And rainfall is more than ever!
There was a lad from Bangladesh,
Who read a book titled, 'Suresh',
He wakes up every night,
Because he sees a light,
And the book comes to him afresh.
November 4, 2022.
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Then land of rivers is my motherland –
I love her greenery even her sand!
In every season she wears a new dress
And of course she changes her mood to impress!
Her air of villages is so fresh
Anyone will love my Bangladesh!
The BBC claims before long
The faeries will rescue Hong Kong
Like Bangladesh*
Faeries refresh
Plus Bojo says Trump can't be wrong!
28.VI.20 18:00 "Bangladesh is
heavily reliant upon faeries to
transport people ……"
Is it you?
Not me it is
I am convincing,
It is for you
Someone is watching,
And the expected Moon
Is getting closer in the afternoon!
It is the Dwarf's rejoice
To extend his hand always,
Never to catch, it is not realizable.
To cry I’ll be able to make
How many people
After my death?
Who are they?
What are they of mine today?
Did I love them?
Did I do for them?
Why they would cry?
Did I cry?
For why? For whom?
Yes, I’m dying soon.
_______________________
May 3, 2010
Kallyanpur, Dhaka
Bangladesh
Form:
Marrakech and Bangladesh
My recall's not that fresh...
On to the parts of the limbic system
In school, I usually missed 'em
Quarks, photons, bosons, and gluons
Art class? Cut and paste?
All that stuff you're supposed to learn
~ Seems like quite a waste
How many poems you have written, o Tagore!
How many poems, o Jibananando Das!
How many immortal pictures you have drawn, o Joinul!
How many songs you have composed, o Nazrul!
Bangabandhu throughout his whole life
has written only one poem -'Bangladesh'.
Only one song he has sung with the tune of heart
and only one picture he has drawn-'Bangladesh'.
They left long ago
Now it’s free green land all through
Bangladesh its name
It’s victory month
December derives each year
To celebrate us
Red heart in the green
Flying on peak point of pride
Carrying valor
We salute and pray
For liberation martyrs
Live long their earning
Live long the green earth
Humankind and global peace
Let us make one world
-16.12.2020 Chattogram
Flickering are the stars of compassion as they are mourning the slaughter of the innocent!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
02 July 2016
*Terrorist attacks everywhere has rendered our world a dangerous place to live.
After the terrorist attack last Tuesday at the Ataturk airport in Istanbul with 44 dead and close to two hundred injured, 20 innocent hostages were killed in the capital of Bangladesh, Dhaka.
Treasures of honey in the flowery fertile lands; sweetest smell of splendid fruits; full of basket by the several handmade cakes in different seasons; the agricultural lands were fulfill with the magical touch of natural skilled farmers; granary, cow-house, pond -everything was under godly blessings- it was our Bangladesh
Golden touch was there
Natural pleased loving land
My east Bangladesh
©Mahtab Bangladesh
Chattogram
16/11/2022
We are a very old wall,
Useless at times. Sometimes forgotten.
People don’t want us anymore
In need of no repair,
History books record tears on our bricks
Long languishing hours
Smoked around us.
Policies and principles ruled our lives
When the country was young.
Ichamati is the corridor
Into things we can design.
We are twins
Our veins have one blood
Even when we are separate souls on map.
Note: Ichamati is a river that separates India from Bangladesh.
Floods follow no lofty order,
And blind be to any border,
They like none, nor dislike,
And equal do all strike,
He knows who’s a fair beholder.
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Happenings |24.08.2024| river, flood
Poet’s note: The new regime in Bangladesh recently felt that India deliberately opened up dam waters to inundate the neighbour country. This ditty shows, the truth is otherwise. The Indian territory was no less affected by the floods, and their fear is not well-founded.