M Mostaqul Haque

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A Poet and a thinker: Multi-lingual poet and a thinker TRM Mostaqul Haque has already written more than 3333 lyrics (known as Haque Song) and is about to complete 2222 rhymes and 1111 poems with artistic approach basically in Bangla, then in English, Hindi, Sanskrit, Urdu, Arabic, Persian etc languages originally. Besides he has translation works also. Born in 1957 at the village Moharajpur, Natore, Bangladesh, he came from a well off and respected family. His father Mvi.Jarjis Hossain was and mother Zainab Begum is reputed figures in the society. B.A(Honours) in English and M.A(English) Mr Haque cut always brilliant academic results ensuring first places in the classes from his early boyhood. Several times he secured first position in essay writing, debating and speech competitions in school, college, university and other levels of his carrier. As a teacher he worked in home and abroad and then as a civil servant (Joined 21.1.1986) he has been serving his beloved country with utmost sincerity and brilliancy. A great fighter of Bangla origin Mr. Haque’s prime attention is the soil oriented culture. The painstaking soldier of words and Bangla tune was awarded Siraji prize (1994) in Poetry and World Bangla Padak(2001) in Music.)

The Best Poem Of M Mostaqul Haque

The Diversion

[1]
Waiting for a change
Waiting for the best
A result based mission -
In thought, expression, hope and expectation
I want a suitable diversion.
[2]
Since hackneyed thoroughfare I pod
Marked and stereotyped
Old and cold altogether;
No zeal no wonders
Passing life in a format framed like a captive 10
Uttering lines once taught by the grand father
Nothing new for today
Nothing message for tomorrow
I am in an acute complacent suffocation
Need easy diversion - a distinct diversion.
[3]
I go to revolution and reformation
To alternation and correction
No tyrant is here, only self contradictions
Whom should I protest or revolt against?
Shattering the reveries 20
I see the sordid perspectives
With much owe and wonder
I cast my eyes to the limitation
Yes, I need a uniform diversion.
[4]
'How far is the oasis- my shelter? '
Often cries the soul
'How long is the destination? '
Asks the mind frequently
Determination ventures forward
Like a feudal lord with gifted valour 30
Like a warrior death swearing for freedom
I take step, walk and march for my secret dream
No imaginative cream, I erect a concrete beam
Close to the antique edifice.
[5]
The path known is crowded always
The idea popular does not work well
Life like a flower should blossom
Why is it at the fading point every moment?
Shunning every day hesitation
I take step with appropriate diversion. 40
[6]
Linked with past and present
Mixed with feeling of my fellows
I must hear the heart of the soil, my Mother
With a breath sacrificed long ago
To mould the present - shape the future
For a heaven green with garden and stream
Breaking man made barrier, a dirty situation
I take the bold diversion.
[7]
I march and march onward
Searching the way appropriate 50
To catch the dream is a fight tough
To face the reality I strongly stand.
01 12 January 1996

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