Sofiul Azam

Rookie - 361 Points (January19,1981 / Bangladesh)

Comments about Sofiul Azam

  • Teresa Juhasz (7/17/2005 4:40:00 AM)

    I have now read about you, as well as a handful of your poems and it was certainly my pleasure to have done so. You have left me speechless, not to mention extremely curious to why such a well educated man with a gift to string together words in the most artistic way, leaving the colour to bleed between the lines, creating a page that no longer appears anything less than a painting in a Cathedral and makes me feel as if I was holding your beating heart in the palm of my hands.

    All my life I have wondered both wide and far. Learning to listen to my heart’s instant whispers. Learning to write about what I love and in return to love what I have written. Spreading my wings, soaring high into the sky, where there is another life of sense and thoughts. Amongst the clouds my pen is set free and my heart begins to bleed the ink. The sky gives me the beauty in telling my agony as well as my happiness. My writing, an art of creation, I breath in the words as if they were fresh air. Breathing out, I spread them across the sky, so they can begin to take on a life of their own.

    I hope that you will reply quite soon. Thank you so much …Teresa

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  • Sofiul Azam (7/17/2005 4:30:00 AM)

    Linda M. Stitt, renowned Canadian poet and my well-wisher, has sent her comment about my poetry in an e-mail:

    I have just read some of your poetry and found it profound and compelling, full of rich language and powerful imagery. I wish you every success with your work.

  • Sofiul Azam (7/17/2005 4:28:00 AM)

    Linda Rogers, renowned Canadian poet and my well-wisher, has sent her comment about my poetry in an e-mail:

    I enjoyed reading your poems. You have what I call the Indian eye for intense, passionate and compassionate images.

The Betrayal

"... to be alone. Because it's not your enemies who condemn you to solitude, it's your friends." - from The Joke by Milan Kundera

Everyday people say it's my heart
that arches over life like a bridge
making way from happiness to misery.
All of my feelings that bloomed for friends
like flowers in an oasis are now cold
as prehistoric icebergs in the North pole.

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