Zillur Rahman Shuvro

Zillur Rahman Shuvro Poems

In this city I'm walking from long days
I'm diving and swimming into myself.
The sandbank has been appeared in the river of blood
And the eleventh day of a lunar fortnight has been vanished.
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I was walking through a moonlit night of the winter
The magic of night bewildered me like a hidden hunter.
A rippling sound was echoing on the chest of the river
And mangroves were sleeping as if grappling each other.
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Mom! How sweet call from the earth to the heaven
If mom blesses in happy mind, you're always lucky seven.
From insects to birds, birds to animal and for all
Mom gives shadow, inspiration and ready to response your call.
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March 7,1971 at Race Course Ground-
The great leader Sheik Mujibur Rahman
Announced in thunder voice, " This war is for war of liberation."
At once his voice spread out all over the country like
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I wanna go to the nearest of you
But an invisible wall is between us
I need only a break through.
As a solicitous and an inspiring doll
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Love each other like Kangaroo style
This style will be appreciated with high-profile.
Firstly get yourself admitted in the Kangaroo's school
Don't hesitate; as teachers they're calm and cool.
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The river of very big eyes of grown up girl
Always awakes in the lap of the lulling aunt
Though the moral duty of the lulling aunt is to lull!
In foggy night the raft of illusory realism floats on its chest
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I've born in the busiest time of God
No time of Him to look at me
I'm dying before to die
My tearful eyes are like salted sea.
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1.
Love me or hate me
Don't try to conceal
I hate envious shadow
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The funambulic girl of circus is performing in the air
The heartless fate and death along with her hand's stick
And there're a lot of bewildered spectators.
Breathless circular theater! All are prepared for clapping
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Before creation of cosmos the name what was engraved
In the desire of Allah—Muhammad! A majestic name!
A divine legacy of history! As a great saviour he came
World was immersed in seven deadly sins and blood-stained.
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If you want to be an extra-ordinary lover
First you've to become a versatile reader.
Everybody's mind is one kind of complex book
You've to read it well by hook or by crook.
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One yellow night headless Rabindranath came to me
Modestly I had offered him a cup of green tea.
He was agitated and asked me, ‘Is poem scree? '
Some poets think poems are like leaves of tree
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When a friendly star call on from light-year far
Some phantoms obstruct me for not going there
And they ridicule and ask me, ' Is it possible brother? '
My modest answer, ‘From zero to now I'm everywhere.'
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Who is like stone in this world that doesn't love his child?
Do you know children are the flowers of the paradise?
Those're like heavenly flowers and loved by God, what's their fault?
Why will the war-mongers capture our children in their prison's vault?
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Once upon a time there was a farmer daughter
She sang with mermaid and with grasshopper.
The stanza of folk song was beautiful
The villagers knew her calm and cool.
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He's better than Barack Obama who gives
A handful of rice to the hungry people
Do you know hunger is more ferocious
Than thunder and rifle!
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Let's go to bluish Yamuna of love-
Little by little we'll soak our feet into the water.
The cascade of perfumed sandal will fall down
From the hill of the moon!
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I had affectionate love for twin stars
Both came before becoming invisible of moon
I had stretched out hands towards them
But I did not see responsive behavior.
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We see the distant sky but don't see the shadow of chin
We know the map of the world; don't know the map of palm.
We see the shadow of water; don't see the shadow of tear
We see the frictional fire of stone
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Zillur Rahman Shuvro Biography

Zillur Rahman Shuvro is a prominent poet of Bangladesh. He has written 25 novels in his native language. But he writes poems in English. Writing is his passion.)

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In This City

In this city I'm walking from long days
I'm diving and swimming into myself.
The sandbank has been appeared in the river of blood
And the eleventh day of a lunar fortnight has been vanished.
In this city there is no boy who runs after a kite
In this city I don't find the soft feather of a duck.
For long days I don't see rainbow in the sky
This city has become heartless with masked crowd.
Those faces I see in the light of lamppost
Their chests are like skeleton in pang of hunger.
For them no good news in any public announcement
Nobody knows where they buried after death!
In this city dreams play hide-and-seek in the ribs of bricks
After stretching and rolling of the bodies in their beds
The middle class strike with hammer to touch dreams.
In this city many men's money fly in the air
In this city many men cry for a single penny.

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