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!
[author title=”Tareq Samin” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/Tareq-Samin-Bangladesh-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]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. [/author]
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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