Binoy Barman

Rookie (May 14,1969 / Narayanganj)

Binoy Barman Poems

1. Beauty 6/19/2010
2. Fog 6/19/2010
3. Meaningless 6/19/2010
4. Ecstasy 6/19/2010
5. Wind From Past 6/19/2010
6. The Last Kiss 6/19/2010
7. Blooming Fragrance 6/19/2010
8. Whirlwind 6/19/2010
9. Music Of Silence 6/19/2010
10. Hemingway Dances With Four Wives 7/4/2010
11. Delighted 7/4/2010
12. Brick Crusher 6/14/2010
13. I Have Nobody To Praise 6/16/2010
14. Night 6/19/2010
15. Story Of The Second Night 6/19/2010
16. Adieu 6/19/2010
17. Hookworm 7/4/2010
18. Man 7/4/2010
19. Nightmare 7/4/2010
20. The Arrow Of Time 7/4/2010
21. Blood Rain 7/4/2010
22. Glass River 7/4/2010
23. River Of Night 7/4/2010
24. Madhabi 7/4/2010
25. Sweetheart 7/4/2010
26. Television 7/4/2010
27. They Have A Burning Inside Them 7/4/2010
28. Time 7/4/2010
29. Poem 7/6/2010
30. I Want Something To Live With 7/7/2010
31. Sleeping Doubly 7/27/2010
32. Desire 8/9/2010
33. Burning And Melting 8/10/2010
34. My Death 8/25/2010
35. Have You Ever Seen? 8/30/2010
36. Issue 8/30/2010
37. Dragonfly 8/31/2010
38. Fishy 8/31/2010
39. Mess 8/31/2010
40. Watery Wish 8/31/2010
Best Poem of Binoy Barman

Vuvuzela Trumpets

The drone goes on, ceaseless, careless
Bo…bo…bo…
Thousand of bees sing together
To celebrate the football season
Without variation
Vuvuzela trumpets rage on
To spill over TV screen
To haul gallbladder of viewers
With no view of rescuers nearby
The sky is bent with heavy tune
Sun-burnt dust cries for rain in vain
Cheers of audience fall flat on gallery
Referee’s whistle melts into air
Drum’s eardrums blasted with monotone
Endless lungs echo the infantile drone
Birds flutter quickly to their nest
Ants dropp in their holes to rest
While the ...

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I Have Nobody To Praise

I have nobody to praise
I don’t need any
As I can praise myself
To be happy
Without a penny.

I have nobody to praise
I don’t care
When with myself

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