Riffat Samad
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All day long roaming around
Sometimes I stand before the mirror,
See my own image looks at me,
Yet I'm puzzled not to find my `self' there.
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Sometimes I fly
Over the sea bed,
Over the mountains,
Even over the endless sky.
...
Let the breeze blow,
Let the river flow,
In the spring evening
Let the moon come slow.
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Darling, thou are not exist in our world now
But still in some nights I feel...
(And I) think with surprise that
Thou are still exist in our memory.
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I can give thou pain in return for pain,
Let all the love be spoiled in vain.
If there is any thing called heart, my dear,
Let it be pierced with the pain like spear.
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Two roads have gone
To the same direction:
One is full of stone
With two parallel bars of iron
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I see a beggar begging
In the bus stop everyday,
I see a boy
In the field, playing,
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Once you have come to that wrong person
And have not tell him what you want,
In your heart the light you have turned on
Have not enlightened the heart of that wrong person.
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Riffat Samad Biography
Born in 1984, Dhaka, Bangladesh. Completed BA (Bachelor of Arts) and MA (Master of Arts) in English from a renowned public university of Bangladesh. Now continuing M.phil (Master of Philosophy) in the same university. Now living in a town outside Dhaka.)
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O' Mirror
All day long roaming around
Sometimes I stand before the mirror,
See my own image looks at me,
Yet I'm puzzled not to find my `self' there.
I see the quiet nature depicted on my complexion,
And I know my `self' is veiled by a humane mask.
In the mirror my image looks like any other human,
My hand-face-eyes all are normal and intact.
Yet behind that intact wall
How many wounded memories, how much pain of loss,
And emptiness lives
Only my heart knows.
Where does my heart live?
Nobody knows that, even the mirror does not.
Still I look at with deep wonder
To find where in my heart
Inconsistent pain and imperfections are;
In the outer shell of mine I find only indifference.
This mirror shows very strange image;
It does not find my own world, -
My emptiness, frustration, the heart breaking emotion-
It does not show me anything.
Only those impassive eyes look at me,
How much tribulation of heart it hides!
In the outer quiet nature none of that be found;
O' Mirror, show me the image of my heart, if you can.
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4/25/2024 9:34:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
His poem is about nature and human.