Z.I. Mahmud


Z.I. Mahmud Poems

1. 'Rain' 5/6/2012
2. My Destination 8/7/2012
3. Train 8/7/2012
4. Books! Books! 8/7/2012
5. My Likings 8/7/2012
6. Poems 8/7/2012
7. Dreams Got Ruined! 8/7/2012
8. Hot Soup 8/7/2012
9. Moonlight 8/8/2012
10. Stars 8/8/2012
11. My Wishes 8/8/2012
12. My Imaginations 8/7/2012
13. Sunshine 8/9/2012
14. Autumn Season 8/9/2012
15. The Song Of Flowers 8/9/2012
16. Tea 8/9/2012
17. Nightmare 8/9/2012
18. Sabuz The Black Boy 8/9/2012
19. Morning 8/9/2012
20. Jeans Clothes 8/9/2012
21. If Noah (As) Lived Today! 8/10/2012
22. A Letter From Japan! 8/10/2012
23. Marigold 8/10/2012
24. My Copy & My Pencil 8/11/2012
25. Pride And Vanity 8/9/2012
26. Robin And The Outlaws 8/9/2012
27. That Tree! 8/9/2012
28. Last Spring 8/9/2012
29. The Philosophy Of Struggles 8/9/2012
30. Hot Boras! 8/11/2012
31. Results Got Published! 8/12/2012
32. Weathers 8/13/2012
33. The Castle Of My Heart 8/13/2012
34. The Gifts Of The Saint 8/13/2012
35. Dove 8/13/2012
36. Good Behavior And Courtesy Are Needed For Everything! 8/14/2012
37. My Songs 8/13/2012
38. The Friendship Of The Meen Prince And His Gratefulness 8/15/2012
39. The Return Of Vadroh 8/13/2012
40. One Day I Know..... 8/16/2012
Best Poem of Z.I. Mahmud

A Conversation Between A Kumro And A Bird

Conversation of a Kumro and a Bird
{Background: Far away from the village at a small forest there was a Kumro Creeper. Only one Kumro(a gourd species which has sharp feeler) was hanging there. It was very early in the morning. Dew drops have washed away grasses, creepers trees and plants and other leaves.}
Dew: Brother Kumro, how do you do?
Kumro: Fine and you?
Dew: Me too.
Kumro: You are a very good guy. Every day you wash my body. I feel very happy then!
Dew: It is my duty until the rain falls. I always wash the trees, the grass and other creepers. Then they look ...

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'Rain'

'RAIN'
Rain what a nice name!
From the sky falling dauntlessly like drops of water
Sometimes the rain falls with thunder and sometimes not.
Oh how I feel to see the rain!
From my window I see the rain
And people with umbrellas and so on
Hundreds of people come out and see the rain.
Oh we enjoy rain

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