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Best Poems Written by Tamanna Ferdous

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Wandering Why I Am Listing You - List

I knew a poet in you, a long, long time ago
You used to be naïve, still the truest, I know.

I recalled, we bought a stand-fan, an item not in the list
$30 was unaffordable, almost a luxury for us, in the gist.

I got gallbladder stones, lots of  math on surgery was on our note
We both were a student then. We were preparing to hit a long road.

You loved me when I am angry. You used to smile keeping your secret
Do you still do that now? Life is passing now at a fixed speed, targeted.  

I still linger for your touch; too idiotic to mention it so late!  And I had to know. 
You were always so simple! Simplicity was a  thing I longed for, could not grow.

You were too simple for a lavish moment to express  feelings, too lonely a soul
Wandering why I am listing you? I assure you,  it was never my intended goal.

You wanted me to open my eyes when we used to be intimate, I never could, so.
Forgotten life in closed eyes now, bleeds through a pen, saying,” Please! Let it go!”

I am looking at a poem now, a gift I wrote, so happy to finish my masterpiece!
Heard the news of the death of a reader today! So, left it there! Yours are all this!

7-25-2019
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List 
Dear Heart

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Dealey Plaza, are you keeping right on the still unresolved Elm street?


I had a cat, a large one
I thought I loved the cat
The cat thought he loved me too!

Then, one day,
They took the cat away
The cat, with the bassinet, the little furry presence
And Sameeha’s science club chapstick
And I thought I was kissing scientific a book cover
Where he is artistic in a beauty in the other way, rare.

It was a cat. After all, it was just a cat
It had the nicest jacket , 
with hoodies on, 
the cat used to sit on time, 
the cat
And it had the fish, tummy time, happy face, and everything first time
For I never yearn to come back! For there, to chime!

It is just a known type of pain that I knew for far too long! 

On a question paper, pm time, departmental too

Dealey Plaza, are you keeping right on the still unresolved Elm street?
Heavenly God , do you play around heavenly to utter Godsay, is your slip
Where you do not know usually after or before the strait the gate
You never knew Jack Ruby and you never knew Oswald

So you never knew other than too much other than, Please, other tall!

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Reason and Hint

I was feeling restless and empty
And I was feeling low.
All I believed was a white paper
An ordinary pen did do.

I wanted to put a question, there
To ask first - who are you?
Fathomless emotions, eager to converse
Should I assess -are you true?

I know there is much research
Hypothetical truth; hot and valid
Seeking the inner child, facing a challenge
Asking for yourself - true and candid.

I could never hold a dead body
And, I could never treat, I would say.
Too pampered a soul inside me
Life doesn’t often happen as I may.

All I wanted to see a rose petal
swirling alone in the heavy wind.
A visitor of the grace of the time
A witness of the reason and hint.

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My River

I have a river    of my own,
                  A river, flowing 
                        Naturally.
               I see her   in waves,	
                          On her
                     Meandering trails,
                          Lonely.
          ‘River training’
             Is a term I heard 
                   From a very
          Early age,
A father, engineer, 
              Left an imprint 
                 On my 
                 Coloring page.
His office talks often 
               Engaged terms 
Like ‘embankment.’
Rhymes better, 
Feels proper, 
                Along a way 
                     Of atonement.
                             I was awfully apt 
                  To color my river,
            In times of my leisure.
         It was always near 
      My house, my fun-walk, 
With pleasure.
I fancy now, 
I had a boat and 
Knew to manage 
That boat of mine.
Shed tears to lose 
Inside my dreams. 
And often dreams still shine.

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Tiny Little Palm

He kissed me back
in his dream
with a sky
melting in his tiny little palm.

7-28-2019

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Supplication

I was remembering a supplication
Of praising the supreme
Of asking strength to distance me
Further from the sin
Like the distance between sunrise and sunset.

I was remembering a supplication
Of a serene mind
Free of anxiety and depression
Free from stress and pain
Like the distance between heaven and hell

I was not sure, I only saw a shadow
A shadow like my mother, I thought.
I still am not sure.

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The Last Poem, Translation of a Composition of Rabindranath Tagore

Have you heard the symphony, the voyage of an eternal time?

Its Chariot is the swiftest one, gone soon, gone long

Beating hearts touch the innermost mind

Darkness. wrapped in encircled mourning, befallen with the fallen, starlight.

O My Friend !

That nomadic time, a traveler one

Engulfed me again, with her embracing vest of time

Took me to her gypsy churn,

A quest toward an intrepid one.

Farther and farther away from yours.

It seems only in mind, that I escaped death

Happening in a thousand more times.

Today, the new dawn with the mountain-peak

Where , the chariot left a trace of agitated wind blower speed

With my older name.

There is no turning back

If you ponder from a distance, looking back

you will not find me as one you knew too close.

I bid you farewell, My friend!

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A Piece of My Sky

I never want to stay away from looking at your eyes
A strong feeling that I left a piece of my sky, there.
It has a vast moment of floating clouds passing by 
Golden rays of the glowing sun gently touch prayer.

I never want to miss from looking at your sleeping face
Daylong hyper, so silent my buddy now! Forever will love!
Kissed you in your dreams only to feel your baby smell
Feels like yesterday, so cordial a moment, o little dove!

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Chasm of My Land of Birth

Eloquent and festive in harvest crops,  
Plethora of blossoming may,  
O our adored land! 
Immaculate in dreams of tomorrow,  
Nostalgic of fragrances of yesterday. 
A land, in vision, never second to none, 
O, my beloved motherland, beloved of mine. 
Amongst the moon, the sun and the planet and the stars 
a running brook of so many enchanting words,  
nowhere to be found. 
Lightening in clouds, black and sweaty, as they are 
wake up with chirping birds, lull to sleep with similar croon 
Rivers murmuring with such a bliss,  
And mountain top, with wanderer clouds lost in a kiss,   
Where the emerald green of forest land surmises the gazing sky 
Gust of wind along the spontaneous swaying field,  
none knows where to be to witness again. 
Branches burdened with blooms of floras, 
Birds, hopping and chirping along the leaves lushing in green. 
Humming bees, flocking in muse 
They, tame the churn on flowers, honeys of a waving season 
Gentleness together fused along,  
bonded in a brother keeper motherland,  
never a loser, never compromised 
O my beloved,  
I caress thy holy feet on my bare chest, 
Us within a story 
Chasm of my land of birth, I beseech my death in thy glory.

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Salam likheche maa

Salam wrote a letter, O my beloved motherland
Rafik wrote his letter to you, 
And Barkat did that too
We could not mourn in oblivion, for all, they
Still, they will never be  forgotten, they sacrificed
Never to be left alone, in oblivion.

Remembrance
leading us to the tragedies of lives along the way, blood on a pitch black hue
Made the petals the strongest red, flowers , on a fateful tale
And chrysanthemum knew those pages with alphabets, soaked and dripped
The alphabets of Bangla,, a fathomless tear , an oceanic droplet
impeccable, unpairable
and the legacy ponders along

Name engraved on a bloody fateful day
A drop of red on a churned up green
And the world, a wanderer of the last cause of a value, a journey , a saga
an epic started on a gothic day with a bloodshed , stubbornly fateful. 
you and I and they, wanderers of ages in legacies of time
Will remember along,
In a page, that lingers through the stories of time
To be born again, in eternal time.

acknowledgement:
A patriotic song of Bangladesh