.., Rahman .., Henry

Gold Star - 28,106 Points (14 January 1970 / Natore, Bangladesh.)

.., Rahman .., Henry Poems

1. The Simplest Thing To Think 8/12/2011
2. Glancing At 8/14/2011
3. Proclamation 8/14/2011
4. Indigence 8/15/2011
5. Inheritance 8/23/2011
6. Overhearing 9/19/2011
7. Emerging A Generation 9/19/2011
8. Simply A Truth 10/13/2011
9. We: The Each Other 10/22/2011
10. I Know Nothing Of But Love 9/12/2011
11. The Only Difference 12/22/2011
12. Bangladesh: Towards 5th January 1/16/2014
13. She, Who Herself Is Democracy 1/17/2014
14. The Flutist 1/17/2014
15. If You Can Remember 1/18/2014
16. The Sea-Roses 1/20/2014
17. History Or Memory 1/20/2014
18. The Journey 1/20/2014
19. Come Slow And Majestic 1/20/2014
20. Stability 1/21/2014
21. A Lifetime Of Affection 1/21/2014
22. The Mad Horse 1/21/2014
23. On The Sea, There Are Your Clothes 1/21/2014
24. What A Controversy! 1/21/2014
25. Some Cruelty 1/21/2014
26. A Little Poetry 10/15/2012
27. For Sake Of Democracy 11/6/2012
28. Peace 1/14/2014
29. Afraid Of 1/22/2014
30. At Those Rural Townships 1/22/2014
31. Life Sketch Of A Nation 1/31/2014
32. Life And Death 1/31/2014
33. It's Ringing The Cellphone 1/31/2014
34. Away From Glass 1/24/2014
35. Shadow Beside Shadow 2/14/2014
36. Palestine: The Children Are Safe 8/9/2014
37. ।। শরতের দিন ।। 8/30/2014
38. The Day Of Khandab-Dahan 8/31/2014
39. The Present History Of Future 10/11/2014
40. The Reality 10/17/2014
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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