.., Rahman .., Henry

Gold Star - 28,375 Points (14 January 1970 / Natore, Bangladesh.)

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  • Md. Anisur Rahman Md. Anisur Rahman (5/5/2016 1:43:00 AM)

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

    Thanks a lot. Onek onek shuvokamona.. @Farzana

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

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  • 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...

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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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