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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