Al Mahmud

(11 July 1936 - / Brahmanbaria / Bangladesh)

Al Mahmud Poems

41. Comes More Not 3/20/2012
42. Partition Of Heritage 3/20/2012
43. In This Fascination 3/20/2012
44. In The Valley Of Dreams 3/20/2012
45. By Your Hand 3/20/2012
Best Poem of Al Mahmud

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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Comes More Not

Keeping the stone of Paharpur on the left ,
crossing the canal if anyone approaches the moat,
never he comes back --- you knew it well,
nevertheless why did you allow him
to enter the heart of the hut?

They who used to dye your Shika;
They who used to bring you cock-flowers
if you once reject their hands, they won't return

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