Mohon Raihan Poems

I know what a woman is,
I know what love is,
I have smelt many a flower.
But I never belonged to anyone
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Ithica, my Ithica, is now in jail.
The state has sentenced her
for the offence of loving.
Today a wall stands between the two
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Where have you kept them, where,
how many do you have?
Come, speak up, shouted
the police chief again and again.
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One day
while passing through wonderful moonlight
I saw a primeval bird drinking the moon
and devouring the silence of moonlit night
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Finally no darkness can keep out
the morning light.
The red flood-tide of the rising sun
drives out the blackness of the night
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Thirsty are my two eyes,
yet the sea is far far away.
A red rose seems to blossom
in my thirst
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If I ever meet Nupur
I will tell her,
'Listen, Nupu,
Tomorrow a procession shall march the street,
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I ploughed this land
and grew in it golden corns.
But the seed I planted here,
at the expense of my blood and flesh
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Did the Man distribute relief goods
during the famine?
Did he provide shelter to the
flood-stricken,
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