Mohon Raihan Mohon Raihan, the celebrated poet of the 1970s, entered the literary world after 1971. In 1971 the young Mohon, barely 15 years old, went to war against the Pakistan occupation army in Bangladesh. His fame as a rebel poet spread in post-liberation Bangladesh when he matured to both poetry and political struggle against successive tyrannical governments.
Mohon Raihan went to police custody, prison houses and torture chambers many times but did not sell his soul out. He remained in the forefront of political and cultural struggles in the 1980s,1990s and even to this day. Presently he holds the offices of the General Secretary of the Bangladesh Writer's Club and the Vice-President of the Jatio Kabita Parishad (National Poetry Council) .
Meanwhile, Mohon Raihan published 15 volumes of original and collected poems by himself. It is of some interest to note that the poet's father, late Fordad Hossain, had also beeb a freedom fighter in a different era. Forhad Hossain was a member of the Azad Hind Fauj of the Indian National Army Organized by the legendary Subas Chandra Bose during the last days of the British rule in South Asia.
Mohon Raihan was educated in his native district of Sirajgonj in northern Bangladesh. Later he studied at both Dhaka Collage and Dhaka University. He graduated with a Master's Degree in Bengali Language and Literature from Dhaka University. He edited many little and not so little magazines. Around the latter is the once celebrated weekly `Dikchinha' (The Signposts) .
The poet Mohon Raihan in married to Rokshana Lais and they have two children- Shahosh Raihan and Aggnita Raihan.
I know what a woman is,
I know what love is,
I have smelt many a flower.
But I never belonged to anyone
...
Ithica, my Ithica, is now in jail.
The state has sentenced her
for the offence of loving.
Today a wall stands between the two
...
Where have you kept them, where,
how many do you have?
Come, speak up, shouted
the police chief again and again.
...
One day
while passing through wonderful moonlight
I saw a primeval bird drinking the moon
and devouring the silence of moonlit night
...
Finally no darkness can keep out
the morning light.
The red flood-tide of the rising sun
drives out the blackness of the night
...