Ershad Mazumder

Rookie [Divine Poet] (March 8, / House 1, Road 23B, Gulshan 1, Dhaka 1212, Bangladesh(Now live in Dhaka permanently.))

Ershad Mazumder Poems

321. Poet Known And Unknown 9/8/2008
322. You Will Have To Return 9/8/2008
323. Love 10 9/10/2008
324. Love 11 9/10/2008
325. More Than A Poet 9/11/2008
326. Love 6 9/7/2008
327. Love 7 9/7/2008
328. Love 8 9/7/2008
329. Love 9 9/7/2008
330. She Promised Me 9/13/2008
331. Love Is The Witness 9/13/2008
332. The Child And The War 9/15/2008
333. Good Bye 9/15/2008
334. Love 12 9/17/2008
335. Love And Words 9/17/2008
336. Seven Billion You 9/18/2008
337. She And Her Poems 9/18/2008
338. In Silence 9/18/2008
339. God And Sex 9/20/2008
340. For A Sex Yet To Flower 9/20/2008
341. Marriage 9/20/2008
342. God And My Fiance 9/22/2008
343. Woman 24 9/25/2008
344. Poetry And My Death 9/26/2008
345. Woman 25 9/29/2008
346. You 2 9/29/2008
347. Shameless Eyes 10/2/2008
348. Gazals 2 10/2/2008
349. Gazals 3 10/3/2008
350. Gazals 4 10/3/2008
351. Gazals 6 10/3/2008
352. Togetherness 10/3/2008
353. Fate 1 10/3/2008
354. Home 10/3/2008
355. Home 1 10/3/2008
356. Tenth Planet 10/3/2008
357. Hope 1 10/4/2008
358. Gazals 7 10/6/2008
359. Mortgage 10/8/2008
360. Gazals 8 10/9/2008

Comments about Ershad Mazumder

  • Javier Falcon Javier Falcon (7/4/2008 10:27:00 PM)

    Divinity is nothing, but an abstract essence... Poetry comes from the mind and emotions, not from imaginary person talking to you... Remember that true emotions only come from a conscious mind, one that can think thoroughly before writing... So get a new philosophy, something concrete to support your writing... As yours just makes you look insane...

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Best Poem of Ershad Mazumder

A Moment With A Night

The night turns a being
without forms and image
And says, lets go for a sip
with this thirsty eyes.

Bars were full of dancing souls
Floors were humming with singing girls
Guests were drunk
with the melting beauty of girls.

The night invites me to move
to paradise unknown
where exists only nothingness.

Read the full of A Moment With A Night

Predilection

I walk under penchant
I live in grief
I set fire to the house of bliss
And dance with invisible me.

No one knows my mind
I am servant of wealth
I want to be a free agent
By becoming captive

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