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Poetry Offering From Abdul Amin | Poem

Poetry offerings from A. K. Ruhul Amin

Other Monalisa

I will be devotee
Seeing long heir at the spring morning
In touch of golden light
Or country path covered with dew
You are a poetry of century .

I will be Keats
In a spring visit our morose world
Or our baby on an inland of cinnamon.

As face as artistry of Tajmahal
Tired sailor catches
Rainbow Butterfly
Smell of marigold.

Have seen hungry world
In the eye of lass
As you as an inheritor of
"Mother Teresha"
Keep your hand for earth.

Once upon a time
At the mysterious cottage
Like other Monalisa
Will you say how are you.

15 November, 2005

At a mid-day

Did not keep my mind in my office
How is furniture irrelevant
This ashtray pin the last shelf of Elmira
They are prisoner observer and history
Any time the office will be destroyed
The face will be burnt.

At mid-day when keep my mind at office
The alphabet gives slogan silently
Are we also inheritance of  Frost Shelly Teolstoy
Try to create a poetry without inclination
Which had collected in boyhood.

Ever return to past
The picture of bargaining of rate
At village market during sunset
The last tremor of stringed
Or waiting of mother at door frame

Intend to see the period of present
Seeking a lot of money
Though I am an unemployed
Illegal building often blows my eye
Also have a small broken mirror
Have a small family
Where have seen the picture of pain world.

Look at the fresh sky of future
A dream a house of happiness
A baby will have grown up without food
At a “Baby day”
Will go to destination.

  25 March, 2003


Grandfather has seen through telescope
The map of globe
Our light year is going to be haggard
The festival of alphabet has been stopped
However the family of alphabet is rebel.

The delta of the map
Is dispersed sometimes
A lot of vagabond in the country of killer
Lord house might be dead

Society desires the point of boiler
For the world of sin
The broken wall of capitalism
A world of human without exploitation

Revolt has motion
Dropping has limitation
Progress has heat

Please open the flag.

07 January, 1997


Calling a beloved
Enjoy and shame plays at hide and seek
In the such eye of earth-haven
Golden light reflects at evening in
Such black bower
Such ruddy lips tremble slightly as wave
Who keeps tuber rose in her bun
Who does not sleep in moonlit night
Love voice of whom ever does not return
From stream of the Volga
Calling such beloved.

For such beloved
Two centuries will be passed at exile
In memory of whom
The ruins of  Pompeii  peep
Who will be more silent
By the silence of Diana’s statue
Who will be motionless
Hearing misfortune of the Oedipus
Who keeps the picture of
Galib Toelostoy Dikence in her heart
Calling such beloved.

For this beloved
Am I a social soldier
On the lips of whom
A precession of hungry plays
In the eye of whom
Cloth less poster of civilization
Is seen
The lady's finger of whom be agitated
By the cause of dumb
In passion of whom
Red flag comes often
In perception of whom
Long March revolts
Heart of whom
Gets motion hearing the history of revolution
Calling such beloved.

  19, August, 2001


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