Saiful Sirnwel
Saiful Sirnwel Poems
Go away and run through.....
At the end of the deep forest
In the sky wearing sari
In leisure full of pain
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The cuckoo has come to the crow,
But the crow isn't home;
So lays eggs the canny cuckoo
Ah! What a shy roam!
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On the utterance of the proscribed procession
Socrates, I remember you, I miss you...
On the tarry blood of the highway
I find the torment of the poison you drank once,
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No one can think how my bloods flow on sand
Though trembling winds blow through the vase
Where wonderful spring leaps on my flabby hand
Alas! I am alone I have no friend...
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A cowboy living in an ancient cottage,
Trends his cattle in the harbour of my heart;
Plays with my tender thoughts,
Dances merrily with my applauds,
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Poetry is my birth love: a childhood in mother's lap, a face hidden in mother's chest.
Poetry is my open sky: unobstructed playground, a swimming in the river, a sanguine sad breeze, sometimes banyan shade, sometimes tired afternoon.
Poetry is my adolescence: the thrill of first love, the arrival of waves in the far chest, the touch of a cloud in a chill, tension of unknown emotion, a sleepless night.
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Saiful Sirnwel Biography
Saiful Sirnwel is born in the district of Sherpur in Bangladesh in 1974. He has been serving as teacher of English in Jahangirnagar University School and College since 2000. In 2020, his first poetry book 'Shirunamheen Obonti' is published on 21st February Book Fair in Bangladesh. His main interest is in poetry. In various social media and online platform he is regularly publishing poems both in Bengali and in English. The subject matter of his poetry covers a wide range of history, myth, life, love and peace of mankind.)
The Best Poem Of Saiful Sirnwel
History Germinated In Solitude
Go away and run through.....
At the end of the deep forest
In the sky wearing sari
In leisure full of pain
In the shrine full of magic
In the history of human creation
In the prediction of primitive civilization..
Go away and run through.....
In the Indus River of Mehergarh
In the Abanti's heart of Ujjain
In the Buddha's bone marrow.
In the primitive voice of Brahmi script
In the Cuzco town of Inco
The houses full of grains...
Go away and run through.....
In the seven cities on Tiber,
In the Latin Calendar,
On the Great Wall of the Han Nation
On the shores of the Dragon,
In the floating gardens of Babylon,
On the agricultural rise
Of the Maya civilization...
Go away and run through.....
Delete the old boundary mark
Of the ancient divine
Throw the refined history
In the germinated quarantine..
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