Why I write – Poetry from Bangladesh

Today I will unveil my deepest thoughts; Slay me I do not care! Death is that, when you die bravely; why live a cowardice life!

Tareq Samin

Tareq Samin is a famous Bangladeshi bilingual Poet-Writer and Editor of the bilingual literary journal Sahitto. He is author of seven books, including four poetry collections, two Short Stories collections and a Novel. Also he has translated into Bengali, two books of Anthology of International Poetry of 22 poets from 20 countries. In total he has nine books published. Some of his poems are translated in English, Spanish, Chinese, German, French, Greek, Italian, Russian, Turkish, Swedish, Finnish, Hebrew, Arabic, Vietnamese, Hindi, Nepalese, Portuguese, Estonian, Slovak, Romanian, Macedonian, Chinese, and Hungarian Languages. His poems, short Stories and articles are published in more than 25 countries. Tareq Samin received the ‘International Best Poets Award-2020’ from The International Poetry Translation and Research Centre (IPTRC), China and the Greek Academy of Arts and Letters. Also he has been awarded ‘Honorable Mention’ in Foreign Language Authors category for his poem ‘Another Try’ in ‘The prize il Meleto di Guido Gozzano Agliè’ poetry competition held on 12 September 2020 in Turin, Italy. Also he is a nominated guest writer in Geneva, Switzerland. He is an important voice in the literary world working against violence and extremism and in favor of human rights, peace and free speech. Nature, Love and Humanism are central to his work.

Why I write

When people fall in love

With something in this world

They live for that burden

They die for that.

Today I will unveil my deepest thoughts

Slay me; I do not care!

Death is that, when you die bravely

Why live a cowardice life!

When you are the chosen one

For this

Do not be fearful of anything

Consider it a God gifted blessing.

When you have a passion

Why frightened, O soul!

Live for it

Or die for it

What else you could be

Without it!

The sunset in Nagarkot hills

I am standing with a friend

Yet I am alone

And thinking about you

The sun is setting in the west

Of Nagarkot hills

Twilight are visible at skyline

Clouds are kissing with the forest greens.

Birds and insects are making noisy sounds

Evening temperature is getting chilled.

Fogs and clouds are flying like soft cottons

And I am alone

With many people!

Most tourist couples have already left,

How unlucky they are

Those did not kissed each other

In this foggy mountain evening!

Author’s Death

Death could not defeat you

You are still alive in your writing,

Every death is separation and bereavement

But the death of author to readers

More than anything!

Your pen is silent in your death

The birth of each word is end now

You may not understand the pain of readers

So may you not write anymore!

Your death just not put us in sorrow,

Continuously muted us

You will not write!

Such a pain

What could be more for the reader!

Death could not defeat you

Your creation is still alive.

In memory of Poet Allen Ginsberg

Beside the ‘Jessore road’ under the trees

Broken camp; human covered with polythene,

Thin naked body, hollow eyes

Near Bangaon border in September’ 1971

Allen Ginsberg angered in grieves;

Insulting his almighty government

He wrote the immortal poem, “September on Jessore Road”.

Millions of East Pakistani refugees

Mourning anguished and tremble of grief

Afraid of torture, inhuman horror of war

Hyena-like Kissinger-Bhutto’s atrocities

Yahya’s bayonet-bullet-bombs and bloody wounds

Howl of Bengal, silent in Western world.

Allen Ginsberg seen in small scale

Yet the poet’s heart has felt countless

Sorrows of Human-soul!

Cosmos’s traveler

Where there is end of the sky

From there I start my journey

I walk through darkness like the meteor of the sky

My path is at the deepest of the dark space,

Beyond the reach of the time

I walk through to search of a star

Whose light has yet to come in your earth

In falling star’s amid smoky heated way

I listen to the cry of an enchanted bereaved maiden.

And when I come

Closer to this world

Then I remember you, you all.

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