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) email@example.com
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 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.
The ignoramus explores the realm of the dead for relics.
Arched abode, arched quest, arched plain—
Caressing the tombstone, a calendar’s ashes blow away.
Stupid man, those constructions are results of wrong engineering.