Al Mahmud

(11 July 1936 - / Brahmanbaria / Bangladesh)

Al Mahmud Poems

1. Na Ghumanor Dol 5/16/2012
2. Tyage Dukhe 5/16/2012
3. Batasher Fena 5/16/2012
4. Ami R Asbona Bole 5/16/2012
5. Kodom Fuler Etibirtto 5/16/2012
6. Unoshottorer Chhora - 1 5/16/2012
7. Kapuni 5/18/2012
8. Harano Chheler Geet 5/18/2012
9. Abujher Someekoron 5/18/2012
10. Vor Dupure 5/18/2012
11. Pakhir Kothay Pakha Mellam 5/18/2012
12. Borshamongol Nrityomukhor Borshon 5/18/2012
13. Matsyonay 5/18/2012
14. Matrichhaya 5/18/2012
15. Namer Mohima 5/18/2012
16. Loke Jake Prem Nam Kohe 5/16/2012
17. Smritir Meghlabhore 5/16/2012
18. Jel Gete Dekha 5/16/2012
19. Kobita Emon 5/16/2012
20. Dhoyrjo 5/18/2012
21. Hayre Manush 5/18/2012
22. Shonali Kabin - 5 5/18/2012
23. Prottyabortoner Lojja 5/18/2012
24. Kaler Kolosh 5/16/2012
25. Voyer Chote 5/18/2012
26. Shonali Kabin - 1 5/18/2012
27. Ek Nodi 5/18/2012
28. Din Sheshe 5/18/2012
29. Pakhir Moto 5/16/2012
30. Ekhusher Kobita 5/16/2012
31. Rabindranath 5/18/2012
32. In The New Year 3/20/2012
33. Fugitive 3/20/2012
34. Bent On The Ground 3/20/2012
35. The Foam Of Wind 3/20/2012
36. Nature 3/20/2012
37. The Sound Of Bathing 3/20/2012
38. Heart-Penetrating Sight 3/20/2012
39. Poetry Such As 3/20/2012
40. The Shame Of Return 3/20/2012

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By Your Hand

I wish I ate the ancient koi of Kurulia
fried especially by your own hand.
I wish sitting like a crow in the veranda of Munsi House
I enjoyed your scrubbing.

Would you say then, 'Who the bull there?'

Nobody realises more than me
the beauty of waves of your black hair
broken down on back.

Yet you waiving your hands
showed me the way to the city.

[Translated by Sayeed Abubakar from Sonali Kabin]

Translator's not: Koi: A kind of fish

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Partition Of Heritage

Why don't forget if you can?
Forget our walking nights accompanied by the Moon.
Forget the dewy grasses in the Niaz field.
Setting cold fingers into my pocket
you used to say, 'Don't mind, dear, I can't help doing it.'
The nightingale on the bough of Bakul tree burst into laughter.

Why don't wipe off if you can ?
Wipe off the black marks of coal from the wall.

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