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Dibbendu Dwip Poem
A man as Bengali, the man created Bangladesh.
A man of politics, a man of revolution.
A man, called the father of a nation,
The father of a new era human being.
A man who fought for an oppressed nation,
The man who fought all for the people.
Who got imprisoned in several times
By the oppressor of the then government of
Pakistan, and the fundamentalists.
Bangabandhu, who is the father of
The new mode of socialism, made a historically
Successful revolution through a nine months
Freedom fights by his followers and coworkers.
He was rightfully in the direction of
Producing 'creative socialism' in the name of
BaKSAL-Bangladesh Krishak Sramik Awami League.
[Bangladesh Worker-Peasant's People's League]
But the oppressors and suckers were always in
Finding a road to destroy Bangabandhu and his
Humanity bound politics.
Finally the traitors did the heinous killing
And ruinous mission of withdrawal the
Tree of the nation, all deprived people of the world!
They killed the entire family of the father of the Bengali nation,
Even they brutally killed the little boy
Sheikh Russel, the youngest son of Bangabandhu.
They killed Bangabandhu literally, but
The beasts never kill the messages of
The great man Bangabandhu, who produced verses
For an oppressed nation, for the entire people of the world.
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Telling 'I love you' at first sight
Is the euphemism of
I feel like copulating reciprocally.
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I'm a farmer
Tired with cultivation,
Planted seed
Here and there
In the sky over,
Never I have known
What crop where
It got grown up.
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Flood is a very common occurrence in Bangladesh
Due to its position and altitude.
In-spite of its all experience and forecast,
The country always falls in awkward situation,
When flood comes with all its loud and lechery.
1966, 1970, 1987, 1988, 1998 ?and 2007 in 20th century
Deadly flood barred Bangladesh beastly.
Flood situation-2017 in Bangladesh
Is much ravenous, catastrophic all over the country,
More starving in the north Bengal.
Already left few hundreds people dead.
Many people are suffering with their
Cattle, children and old member of the family.
Food crisis is acute there, cooking is impossible,
As their huts already got swamped and liquidated.
Lakdi by which they cook have been soaked,
Dry food and emergency medicine they now need
Are being made available in a slow pace by the organizations.
And no place now spared there inundated
To stay in, let alone sleep or associate.
To come out from the saddening situation
We need collective efforts,
But lack of political concomitance
And for religious selfishness it is very difficult to
Let all assets and hands to be functional at a time.
We feel our world is a village, so, any disaster happen
In any corner of the world is all’s responsibility.
We are living now in a very connected world,
Anybody’s grievance is everybody’s concern,
So, we can hope no calamity is stronger than
Our collective efforts, our collective emotion and responsibility.
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My father went one third,
I can reach half of the rest.
My son will avail the goal.
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Death, Why aren’t you being my lover?
Why aren’t you being kind, friendly?
Why are you threatening me
Sitting always behind, in front?
Why are you being a rambler rapist?
Why are you asking me
To content you at this moment.
I don’t dislike you you know
But I am not ready for now. Death,
Please wait away, don’t loiter around.
For you I feel anxious, got timid and doll.
Please be left If you love me even a little.
I swear I will give in in time. You know
For you everything I own. Death,
Why stupidly should you be pedophile?
All know you fine and punctual.
Stop! I will tell everyone everything or else.
Death, stop and be away! Let me get set.
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You taught me to fly.
When I started flying,
You fled to another chick!
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My limitation is my heart,
Head compensates sometimes,
But always runs after.
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I've counted the days this time.
Dear,
I'm not that person surely here,
I fear, how sorry I'm for! but
I'll help you to release,
I'll help you to reform, I swear!
because I love, love a sporadic bird.
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I had been running after a sky,
and by a very fast fly,
I stood above it sprightly,
shockingly
when it was falling into the earth.
Now I am in the high sphere
but my sky is
degradingly down to the world.
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