Kazi Nazrul Islam

(24 May 1899 - 29 August 1976 / Bardhaman / India)

Kazi Nazrul Islam Poems

241. Allah Ke Je Paite Chay Hazrat Ke Valobeshe 5/30/2012
242. Irrepressible Youth 5/30/2012
243. All Midnight I Suddenly Wake Up 5/30/2012
244. Allah Namer Shirni Tora Ke Nibi Ke Ay 5/30/2012
245. Ting-A-Ling, Ting-A-Ling, Ting-A-Ling, 5/30/2012
246. Struggle 3/13/2012
247. Jhoro Gan 5/29/2012
248. Jorin Horfe Lekha 5/30/2012
249. Mother, I May Have Been A Naughty Child 3/13/2012
250. Tumi Onek Dile Khoda, Dile Niyamot 5/30/2012
251. Korbani 5/29/2012
252. Amar Desher Mati 5/30/2012
253. Islamer Oi Bagichate Futlo Duti Ful 5/30/2012
254. All Praise To Allah, All Glory To Him 5/30/2012
255. Allah Is My Lord, I Fear No One 5/30/2012
256. Kemal Pasha 5/29/2012
257. I Have Been Caught In Your Love's Snare 5/30/2012
258. Jagoroni 5/29/2012
259. A Tribute From The Poet 3/13/2012
260. A Call From Behind 5/29/2012
261. Mora Eki Brinte Duti Kusum Hindu-Musalman 5/30/2012
262. Allah Amar Provu, Amar Nahi Nahi Voy 5/30/2012
263. The Rebel 9/23/2011
264. Alone 5/30/2012
265. Woman 3/13/2012

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Best Poem of Kazi Nazrul Islam

Woman

I sing the song
of equality;
In my view gender difference
is essentially a triviality.
Everything that is great in the world,
all the works, beneficial and good,
half must be credited to woman,
and to man half only we should.

All the vice or bad in the world,
and the pain or flowing tear,
for half, man should be blamed,
the other half only woman should bear.

Who belittles you as woman,
connecting you to Hell's flame?
Tell him that for the first ever sin
not woman, but man must carry the blame.

Or, it may be that sin or Satan
is ...

Read the full of Woman

A Belated Call

Him whom I could not then love much
Why do I now remember thus at this late
hour, a Mother?
Today I remember every night he lulled
me to sleep by kissing my eves,
Kisses followed kisses breaking my
early dawn sleep under their heavy load.

I felt then much distressed

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