.., Rahman .., Henry

Gold Star - 27,033 Points (14 January 1970 / Natore, Bangladesh.)

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  • .., Rahman .., Henry .., Rahman .., Henry (12/15/2015 2:56:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot. Onek onek shuvokamona.. @Farzana

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  • Farzana Shumi (12/8/2015 9:17:00 PM)

    Enjoyed your poem. Thanks to invite me in this site.

  • Wild Horse (12/6/2015 10:55:00 PM)

    Rahman Henry, A poet of beauty and thought and beauty of thought....

  • Photon Roy (11/24/2015 1:36:00 AM)

    Dear Poet, I wish to read your poem in a short-listed area very soon.....

  • .., Rahman .., Henry .., Rahman .., Henry (11/21/2015 6:31:00 AM)

    I love and respect you all... but I'm the simpler of the simplest and the ignorant of the ignorant....

  • Golam Morshed Chandan Golam Morshed Chandan (11/21/2015 6:29:00 AM)

    Rahman Henry is the boss, The poet of the poets in Bangladesh as well as in Bengali language....

  • Sanjib Purohit Sanjib Purohit (11/21/2015 6:26:00 AM)

    I do believe that Rahman Henry is a poet, Bangladesh are not capable enough to accommodate him...

  • Atoar Hossan Atoar Hossan (11/21/2015 6:23:00 AM)

    Versatile poet, and born poet from Bangaladesh...

  • Photon Roy (11/21/2015 2:02:00 AM)

    I'm waiting for an INBOX reply, dear poet; I know you are busy with so many creative works, ...

  • Atoar Hossan Atoar Hossan (11/18/2015 1:25:00 PM)

    and miles to go before we sleep..

Best Poem of .., Rahman .., Henry

Dynasty Of Arrogance

The night is taken by the rain.

Someone came out of the mirror
in my lone bedroom and said:

'I want to stay awake with you! '

It is dark outside and flooding insane.
The high ambition is down to the knee
And a dynasty of arrogance is diminished
like a straw going down the stream.





* Translated from original (Bengali) to English by RAZIA SULTANA

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Wandering Boy

Look, observe the wandering boy,
Candid charms blooming in his eyes face and heart___

In the unrestricted sky self-created canopy of dreams he spreads
Passing the scorching noon from shades to shades,
Now he lays straight___ sleeping sound.

Fragrance of flowers and wings of hiding worms he loves
Sharp thorns he considers his favorite objects of his aim

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