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Best Poems Written by Mohammed Rakibul Hossain

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He Was the One To Stop Me

Long time in the agricultural field , working under the rising sun ,
counting the amount of time , to lead a lax time with my wife and son ,
the time never came , but I passed a dozen of month ,
where my master stopped me , leering at me like a beast of hunt .

I heard the legato of my wife - flowing with the midnight winds ,   
working continuously with no rest , logging all the work of my master -    who is malign ,
he - such a maniac , who stopped me from having sufficient food ,
coming from the dark lands of Mombasa ,  never came to know their kind of manhood .

Oh my dearest wife and son , I wish you knew the worst state of mine ,
I cried and prayed to my almighty Lord , - "When would I get rid of this worst - twinge ! ,"
I cried and cried till it became dawn , where the soil cried too - for thirst on and on ,
my eyes began remembering of the majestic "Magpie" , crying for nights in the native land of mine .

I kept on thinking for you my love , but my sinew grew weedy and  frail ,
never think for your frailty , for I have left you with nothing - but personality ,
the world is a stage which is too callous , no place for us , but only  devilry ,
  say no to your failure , keep inviting your success - for there is no time for me to exhale .

Now, there is no time for me to seek success , for my body is completely useless ,
I have no pain, no fear, no joy , for I have left the stage fearless ,
I defeated my fiendish owner ,who kept me far from my wife and son ,
that comes the end of my life , the setting period of my sun ... .

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White : the Colour of Pride

White is a colour which keeps us alive,
yellow in it, creates the entire beehive,
blue in it, changes the air wide,
it is a colour, ever seen by the people – blind.

White is a colour, that creates brightness,
without brightness, every colours seems odorless,
it enlightens, the great Antarctica,
providing it a unique land, alighting it from rest of Eurasia.

White is a colour, which gave us life,
from the time of wars, saved us from a mingle knife,
it is a colour, resembled in most flags,
saving the colour red, which were counted in plenty bags.

I salute the colour, not for its simple phase,
for it made it made me literate, stopping all from the big chase,
make the life a simple like the white snow,
enlightens it from the rest of the world and, just let me know!

“IT’S ALL ABOUT A CHASE AND COMPETITION.”

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Titanic - My Love

Who were those hoodlum, who wanted thy do lour ,
thou were revered by all the classes , honored by only colors' ,
thou ruled the entire family of the galleys , who looked like the great Hercules ,
who had a large amount of strength , whose strength was impenetrable .

Oh my great - Titanic , thou were the stage on which many lovers passed by,
those lovers who enjoyed their voyage dancing "Hula", which made thee more intensify,
there was a Capella sang by the silent water , which gave color to the entire dance ,
where have thy beauty gone , which have left us back alone , giving no further glance .

  It was not thy carelessness , but the carelessness of thy master ,
thy master - underwent enjoying lashings , never thought the approaching disaster ,
in spite of loosing hubris , thou had been praised by all ,
nevertheless it was passable , but thy lifespan had become less and small.



Whom would I like to draw the blunder , for they were also in love  with thy splendor ,
thy luxury would result winning bountiful amount of hearts ,  counting those spirits leaving the globe without blunder ,
I seek pardon to my dearest sweetheart ,  for my humble tears could sail thy gorgeous carcass ,
I have to get rid of all those pains , by crafting thy beauty to the late mausoleum grass .

  
I kept dreaming for thy creative beauty , but beauty never thought for my dreams ,
my thoughts try reaching the sun , but thy imagery covers all the sun beams ,
 I promise to build a minster for thee , where my dreams and thoughts   idolize thy existence ,
the minster would pray the poetic words of mine , never allow my mind-set reveal thy grieve disappearance !

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Where the Nation Is Mine

Where is the nation which speaks love ,
where are the spirits which kept us above ,
where can we find the solution for grime ,
like a tiny mosquito committing a crime ,  
where the air around lives in a coal miners lung - ,
serving all mankind , till the singers sung ,
darkness our future – remains in our fate , 
hard striking sweats – prove together very late . 

Love is far found under the graves ,
humanity is flown in the melodious waves ,
lacking all words – but we act very brave .

Sum up the words – saving bloody lives ,
bawl , cheer , and glamour – forging against the knives ,
clutch on the oldie – seeking truth till you dive .

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The Pain of Madame Lionell

Madame Lionell , sitting under a tree ,
asking God , the time of her free ,
the world being so wild ,
showing anger on the lady - who is naked BLIND .

There were none to feel her pain ,
except the neighbors - who thought their gain , 
the new lives then , kicking the world , 
showing  anger  on the lady who is in the blind world .

She started thinking of all her sins ,
from the ancient times - playing with the teens ,
but she cried on and on - screaming , shouting , and she smiled ! ,
thanking God for that behavior - which seemed her so wild .

The new lives thinking about their cradle ,
for getting those pain and those trouble ,
she thought a while for their father ,
who would think for those tiny heirs - she said "RATHER."

Now , the fearful dark night grew ,
decreasing pain for both the sinew ,
bearing the pain for months well ,
again , thinking for  her husband's  farewell .

Oh my dear leaving alone ,
can't utter a word for my bones ,
remembering the words which you told ,
"NEVER THINK OF SILVER BUT ONLY GOLD !. " 

Now I feel the calmness of my pain ,
feel  joyful for my new veins ,
not feeding them with the words of love ,
but their fathers peaceful words of dove!.

The darkness grew more forever ,
the brightness grew for them - for me never ,
she dream t  a while - the dilemma of fame ,
" Will my son keep the importance of our name ?"

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Farewell Its Verity

Farewell, the theme of life,
after seeking world hardly with a knife,
none can we stop - reaching – the den of pride,
we   have to go alone following a bride. 

 Farewell a sense appears a while,
hard to get it back, the lost secretion of bile,
tears flow a moment like the majestic river Nile,
none can we stop – reaching – the den of pride.

 Farewell – we mean – detachments of hearts,
no longer found roaming – the certainty of marts,
shedding all the memories,
memories of the past, happiness and worries.

Farewell – the tears stand fake, dripping away love,
happiness thrown away, hatred wins above,
stop shedding tears with no meaning at all,
the tears hamper the view forming a liar’s waterfall!


Strive hard for triumph or see farewell again,
shedding fake liquids, no palpable pain,
I promise to keep farewell alive, with less joy and death,
and feel the meaning of farewells truth, hard passing the last breath. 

M.R. Hossain.

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The Taste of Wits

Love is a word , sung by the arts ,
with no blood and life , attracts every heart,
love in the sense , attract a great Mozart ,
making itself fake , at last , like a dart .

It starts to hate , hate the brut star ,
the reason of your wounds , the pain of those scars ,
triumph leads to life , but disaster leads to war ,
know you the reason , why am I so far .

I have seen love , from the time of birth ,
having faces of - joy and mirth ,
tasting a bit - the taste of joy ,
tasting milk or bars , whether a girl or a boy.

Whom shall I tell , the story to share ,
taste it by every buds , but even take care ,
love seems very sweet , but bitter after its taste ,
bitter makes it very hard , life in waste .

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Mother Steps Out

Smiling forever , caring me for nights ,
how can I forget my mother , who was all time apposite ,
Crooner thy lullabies' , thy anger quite meek ,
will thee come back , mother , when I seek .

Never I dream , but now I see ,
thy majestic shadows , which had flee ,
thy smile too laud , which provide remembrance a lot ,
remembrance of our almighty , praying for thy immortality .

Bonn voyage my mother , for beginning the journey of death ,
I could not feel thy feelings , the feelings of thy last breath ... ,
thinking and crying for thy disappearance , thy disappearance changed my eyes very Brut ,
thinking in the sense for thy journey , crying in the sense to know the journey route .

Oh mother , keeping me touch since the past nine months ,
the touch was painless for me , but painful for thee , 
 it was thy soft hand , which , taught me to grunt ,
 never I thought present condition of mine , for creation last a moment and then to flee . 
Smiling forever , caring me for nights ,
how can I forget my mother , who was all time apposite ,
Crooner thy lullabies' , thy anger quite meek ,
will thee come back , mother , when I seek .

Never I dream , but now I see ,
thy majestic shadows , which had flee ,
thy smile was too laud , which provide remembrance a lot ,
remembrance of our almighty , praying for thy immortality .

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The Great Havoc: Mahasen

The moment of my start , 
the destruction of thy art,
hearing the songs of theocracy ,
the songs for saving thee .

The intonation of deadly scream ,
heard across the vast stream ,
lest none had to stop me , 
for me to stop to see thy majestic beauty.

I heard the words of my master ,
who plans well for thy disaster ,
who creates the scenery well as common , 
serving a wide from the times of Romans .

He sends me often here ,
for punishing the big malevolence , 
but I never saw the wonders - for thy fear ,
for thy deep oceans help my tolerance .


I wish could I give thee a chance , 
to see the world with a second glance ,
nevertheless the order remains order after all ,
keep waiting for me to hear the next call .

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I Found My Life In You

Laying under a tree at night, I stared at the sky ,
I observed the vision of a galaxy ;

The morning star, the brightest star, I observed the celestial movements, oh,  i saw catastrophe ;

Then I saw the moon,  is it you whom I saw?

A gorgeous beauty I saw, it was you who had more glow!



Astonishing , I felt , looking at the occurrence, my vision unmoved; 

If my eyes met blindness , my gaze on my sweetheart  remains unmoved;

I interrogate my soul and eyes , did I make a flaw ?

A gorgeous beauty I saw, it was you who had more glow!



The morning dawn meets me , my Katzenjammer didn't leave me ;

I fainted with Innocence , my eyes , what has happened to me ! ;

Dead or alive - nothing seemed fine with me,

It was you whom I seeked , the beautiful soul on its peek, I am your moon scope , please don't foresee!

Dedicated to my beloved - Shaheen Parween.