Rahman Henry

Gold Star - 39,672 Points (14 January 1970 / Natore, Bangladesh.)

The Real Bangladesh - Poem by Rahman Henry

There are
Irrational minds
Unresponsive hearts
Blind eyes

Nobody can hear anything
None can see

But I know
With the daggers of animosity and hatred
An apple is divided
A land
A nation
Into two

Cruelty falling
As darkening nights fall

No one can realize
No heart screams

This is the real Bangladesh
Deep inside Bangladesh

Topic(s) of this poem: bangla, mother land, reality

Form: Blank Verse

Comments about The Real Bangladesh by Rahman Henry

  • (11/24/2015 1:24:00 AM)

    When your Motherland is divided, its heart-wrenching... I am sorry... (Report) Reply

    Rahman Henry (11/24/2015 3:33:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot, dear. Of course it's heart-wrenching but the fact is yet unseen and only it's clear when one can realize it....

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 24, 2015

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