ferdous mahmud

ferdous mahmud Poems

Buildings of old town look like a century-old grandpa
Bones brimming with history

My grandpa walked like the old poet Tagore,body bent forward
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Sunshine is so hot
Earth like a hot pot.
All I wanna rain down
In gray little town.
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Lucky ash, evil word
Water of field is flying in the sky.
Gossip is going on about this field.
This field is low, this field is of paddy nice,
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A shrimp pond ahead. Then a carpeted road.
By the roadside mango-jamun-sal
and coconut trees in line
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I can't abstain playing of this water-flow-air-soil;
River arrive to my home breaking bank.
Kite arrive to fly me cloud by cloud
Fire arrive to burn it's branch through me.
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At dawn on the boat, someone plays guitar

By the sound of guitar the boat go off middle of river
Without boatman.
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He is unlettered;
sometimes hear him read bangle newspaper.
Read letter also if it is arrived to him,
Write reply that letters.
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None is that place.
No ship. That is night-sea.

Have taken wicket salt-water of that sea,
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ferdous mahmud Biography

Ferdous Mahmud born in 1977, lives in Dhaka, Bangladesh. He is inspired writing from his father, name Mahmudullah, a famous Bengali child litterateur. His Mother's name: Rehana Mahmud. He is the elder son of his parent. His spouse name: Alvina Samad and child name: Rodosi ferdous. Ferdous Mahmud prominent figure of the new Bengali poetic language movement, he established himself as the leading poet in his generation. Ferdous Mahmud started writing poem from his college life. His first poetry book published 2006.He is now worked as journalist in editorial page, a national Daily news paper.He published 9 Bengali books.)

The Best Poem Of ferdous mahmud

Old Town

Buildings of old town look like a century-old grandpa
Bones brimming with history

My grandpa walked like the old poet Tagore,body bent forward
Read Quran in the middle of the night
Amidst the clapping of lemon flowers

Red-indigo box-kites dived in the skies,
While his aged hands fetched Bakarkhani cakes
Now, grandpa's home has long been turned into uncle's home
And, uncle's home, by and by, is turning into cousin's

Fragrance of Hasnahena flowers flows
in the lanes, alleys of the old, aging town
and through the rooftops
The silvery moon is up, flooding this evening
Echoing with the song sung by the limping beggar.

It seems, all of a sudden,
all those elderly buildings would fall down
Following my grandpa.

ferdous mahmud Comments

al imran 05 November 2019

he is one of the great contemporary Bengali poet

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ferdous mahmud Quotes

Actually fairytale is not fairytale, it's sign of history.

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