Abu Sufian Poems
- The Vigil The Moon is not sleeping, So do I. Pains are ...
- Vanity When dark night shadowed by stormy clouds, Can the ...
- Birthday It was a serene night of November Night starts ...
- The Stranger Beloved I fell down, deep inside, at the core of...
- A Cigarette's Butt-End © Abu Sufian I saw a cigarette's ...
- Cancer Can't Cancer can take away fleshes And bones and ...
- An Innocent Soul The world is corrupted, Stained in every ...
Abu Sufian, known as “The Silent Poet”, was born in 1989 in Comilla, Bangladesh. He is a poet, journalist, scriptwriter and social worker whose writings have appeared in a number of national and international publications including newspaper, magazine and literary journals.
Sufian currently lives in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and is available at his official Facebook poetry page named The ... more »
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''The happiest people among us are those who can sleep when they want to...''Happiness Sleep
''If you think killing people is a solution to a problem, I not only disagree with you but also I hate your perspective.''Killing
Our generation delimited the definition & horizon of Love in a box that mainly refers to love between a boy & a girl. Love has a broader & profound meaning beyond this box. Surely, the highest state o...Love
Though we love to think that we are civilized & developed than that of people lived centuries ago. In reality, the world is still run through the principle of 'Might is right'. Whoever - government or...Civilization Modernism
All my life I didn't emphasise on money. Like many of us, I used to say 'Money is nothing/not everything'. In reality, to be honest, it is the single thing that most people on earth run after & live f...Money
Comments about Abu Sufian
The Moon is not sleeping,
So do I.
Pains are peeping into my heart,
As the Moon is rotating with lights around the Earth.
The people I care the most find me wrongly,
The known faces & eyes behold me strangely.
They get close to me in a dream,
Saying; ‘please leave us,
You are not of our kind,
We don't want you in our lives'.
I say; let me forget you, allow me time, more time,
But they don't have time,
Time matters, counts them all,
Except me and my soul, Time passes away!
Leaving me alone with the sleepless moon.
Note: The poem is ...