Nazmul Haque

Rookie (1st March,1978 / Sirajgang, Bangladesh)

Nazmul Haque Poems

1. You Don'T Let Me Stay At Home, My Dear! 5/15/2011
2. The Shepherd Boy 5/15/2011
3. Such Is The Day! 5/16/2011
4. If You 5/16/2011
5. The Sailor Of The Seven Seas 5/16/2011
6. Grenade 5/18/2011
7. Oh Nature! 5/19/2011
8. Upon The Banner Of My Soul 5/21/2011
9. The Equation Of Love 5/21/2011
10. Sweet Mistake 5/25/2011
11. I Wish I Could 5/29/2011
12. These Days... 6/2/2011
13. The White Globe 6/5/2011
14. The Soul's Desert 6/5/2011
15. An Address To Death 6/6/2011
16. Lovely Than Love 6/13/2011
17. Silently Now And Forever 6/17/2011
18. Distance 5/15/2011
19. You 5/15/2011
20. First Lover's View 5/15/2011
21. Turning Back 5/15/2011
22. Can You Prove God? 6/26/2011
23. The Rhythmic Feeling 6/30/2011
24. The Unsolved Riddle 7/16/2011
25. Saying 'Good-Bye' 7/21/2011
26. God - The Ultimate Satisfaction 9/24/2011
27. The Meaning Of Things 9/30/2011
28. Soul Is The Seed, God The Flower 10/1/2011
29. No More Tear 9/8/2011
30. What Love Has To Be 10/15/2011
31. Who Else? 10/16/2011
32. The Solution To Life 10/21/2011
33. The Foundation Of Life 10/21/2011
34. The Gateway 10/24/2011
35. Don'T 11/2/2011
36. The Rebirth 11/7/2011
37. The Thread Of The Garland 10/7/2011
38. The Ultimate You 12/2/2011
39. My Fulfilled Bangladesh 12/10/2011
40. The Skeletons Of 1971 12/12/2011
Best Poem of Nazmul Haque

21 February

Ka, Kha, Ga, Gha....
When I read each bangla letter
I remember with deep respect
Salam, Barkat, Rafiq Jabbar...

Ka, Kha, Ga, Gha....
When I write each bangla letter.
I can see with my heart's eye
Your faces reflected in them.

How deep love can be
for which blood can be given
with a smiling face?

How deep love can be
for which blood can be given
so much to form a deep red ocean?

In this month of February
To you our nation feel
a humble gratitude,
In the court of our conscience
Our head is bowed down
in deep silence.

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You

When a thirsty man takes a handful of water
from a river full to the brim,
The river does never know what is taken,
But the man does always know what he gets.

When I drink from
the fountain of your beauty,
You lose a little, but I get a lot.

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