Category: Literature

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Lead Poem

Robert Frost The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as...

Lead Poem

Lead Poem

Muhammad Iqbal The Interrogation Of The Dead The bright sun is hidden, the night shows its face The night’s hair is spread on shoulders of the earth This black dress is preparation for some one’s mourning Perhaps the Nature’s assemblage for the sun is mourning The sky is casting a...

Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last! Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best be still! They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee? Better men fared thus before thee; Fired their ringing shot and passed, Hotly charged -and sank at last. Charge once more, then, and be dumb! Let the victors, when they come, When thy forts of folly fail, Find thy body by the wall!

The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better...

Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last! Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best be still! They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee? Better men fared thus before thee; Fired their ringing shot and passed, Hotly charged -and sank at last. Charge once more, then, and be dumb! Let the victors, when they come, When thy forts of folly fail, Find thy body by the wall!

Just a Number- Kazi Falguni Eshita

Age, you’re just a number But sometimes, you’ve made me ponder, Did you make me wiser? Age, you’re just a number But sometimes, you’ve made me wonder Did I grow up to be happy? Or did I sink in tears? Did I become brave? Or surrounded by fears? Born premature,...

COVID-19 -Ahmed Mahsin

Allah’s thrown cursing pin! Violence on the Muslim community in the world, Sign arose for revenge on that oppressing herd. Corruption and misdeeds made human a kind of killing machine. Thus they exhorted to get the darn in. Unjust has a bound that is proved, damn falls when it is...

children’s-achievement

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Brothers -Kazi Falguni Eshita They say, sometimes being a sister Is better than being a princess. They say, brothers are superheroes I agree, they’re certainly no less. He’ll fight with her, he might make her cry But to bring her down? That he’ll never try. She’s his shield, while he...

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Muhammad Iqbal -Sympathy Perched on the branch of a tree Was a nightingale sad and lonely “The night has drawn near”, He was thinking “I passed the day in flying around and feeding How can I reach up to the nest Darkness has enveloped everything”? Hearing the nightingale wailing thus...

William Wordsworth – A Character

William Wordsworth – A Character

I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face: There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom. There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain; Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain...

Muhammad Iqbal – The Colorful Rose

Muhammad Iqbal – The Colorful Rose

You are not familiar with the hardships of solving enigmas O Beautiful Rose! Perhaps you do not have sublime feelings in your heart Though you adorn the assembly yet do not participate in its struggles In life’s assembly I am not endowed with this comfort In this garden I am...

John Milton – On His Blindness

John Milton – On His Blindness

WHEN I consider how my light is spent E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide,...

Poker Face – MSF Sadib

Poker Face – MSF Sadib

As I stand there with total disapproval against my mind the city was roaring with wild rush. Calmly I was envisaging this peaceful fuzzy day going by. But as for my musing mind I wasn’t quite sure on that part.To me I was like this pebble in a river current...

Pleasure of Leisure – Rafikul Hoque

Pleasure of Leisure – Rafikul Hoque

Let me alone, for now, it is gala day And night, it’s a relief and delight It’s not busy one as other days of life. Time to compose poetry in twilight. It’s time to recollect like wordsworth As he did with daffodils, that were yellow I can do it with...

Henry Longfellow – Hymn To The Night

Henry Longfellow – Hymn To The Night

I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o’er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the...

Jajaluddin Rumi – A Moment Of Happiness

Jajaluddin Rumi – A Moment Of Happiness

A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden’s beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them...

Stethoscope – Golam Kibria

Stethoscope – Golam Kibria

I’m almost 80 now. I have grandchildren. Old people talk too much. Maybe it’s a rule of nature. For me, my grandchildren are the listeners. They have so much curiosity which I too had in my early ages. That’s the difference of age 80 and age 8. One delivers and...

Walt Whitman – World Below the Brine

Walt Whitman – World Below the Brine

The world below the brine, Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick tangle, openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the play of light through the water, Dumb swimmers there...

Ibn Araby – Listen, O dearly beloved

Ibn Araby – Listen, O dearly beloved

Listen, O dearly beloved! I am the reality of the world, the centre of the circumference, I am the parts and the whole. I am the will established between Heaven and Earth, I have created perception in you only in order to be the object of my perception. If then...