Biography of Masud Khan
Language of Writing: - Bangla.
Country: - Bangladesh.
Birth: - 29th May 1959. At Khetlal of Joypurhat district, Bangladesh.
Home District: - Sirajganj, Bangladesh.
Address: - 506/1, Malibag, Baganbari,
E-mail- (1) firstname.lastname@example.org
Institutional Education: - Bachelor of Science in Engineering
(Electrical & Electronic) ,
Masters in Business Administration.
Profession: - Engineering.
Literary Award: - One, (On poetry) , Bogra Lekhak Chakra (Bogra Writers’
Interests: - Travelling, Film, Music, Philosophy, Socio-political-cultural affairs.
Country Visited: - England, France, Belgium, Netherlands, Luxembourg,
China, Malaysia, India & Singapore.
Masud Khan's Works:
Collection of Poetry, (1) Pakhitirthadine (On the day of birds’ pilgrimage) ,1993 . (2) Nadikule Kari Bas (We do live by the river) ,2001.
(3) Saraikhana O Harano Manush (The Inn and the Missing Man) ,2006
Masud Khan Poems
Its raining Over distant lands Over Brahma’s world, Over Rangpur and Bogra’s vast expanse
A Lost Spaceship
A spaceship – Forgetful and reckless –in nature and form – Missing all the trodden and untrodden paths of the sky,
It’s raining abroad now, in countries close by or far away. Occasionally a cold wind from some other land blows this way
In the dusty afternoon, Far away, near the horizon, There, under the open sky is lain My mother.
A Tale Of A Lone Grave
A lone grave burning in the scorching mid-day sun. “22 Paush 1382” the epitaph reads. Some monk builds an monastery deep into the earth With radiant blood and sharp intellect.
Where do I hold this image? When for the first time in that acrid mid-day A listless burglar sat With a half-rotten apple in hand
Like when a piece of iron falls in love with a piece of wood Causing the iron to float on water, Or like when the magic of love casts a spell Making stone float on liquid,
A Lost Spaceship
A spaceship –
Forgetful and reckless –in nature and form –
Missing all the trodden and untrodden paths of the sky,
Those important assignments, forgotten without trace,
It grows in unknown realms of space,
Drifting weightlessly away
Alone – for days –
Directionless, like a stray girl.