Category: Literature

Matthew Arnold The Last Word

Matthew Arnold । The Last Word

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...

Muhammad Iqbal । The Candle And The Moth

Muhammad Iqbal । The Candle And The Moth

  O Candle! Why does the moth love you?  Why is this restless soul devoted to you? Your charm keeps it restless like mercury Did you teach it the etiquette of Love? It circumambulates the site of your manifestation Is it inspired with the fire of your lightning? Do the...

Let-us-।-Golam Kibria

Let us । Golam Kibria

Time to change, Time to invent Follow the wave, sometimes the backlit. Let us show some kind of furore, thus, Let us join the group of Alexander. Dark side of moon, will cover soon Smart side of Phoebe, reproduce will clone. Let us gather all layman, thus, Let us make advent their frigates differentiation. No...

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John Keats । Ode on Melancholy

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A...

hafiz

Hafiz । What Happens?

What happens when your soul Begins to awaken Your eyes And your heart And the cells of your body To the great Journey of Love? First there is wonderful laughter And probably precious tears And a hundred sweet promises And those heroic vows No one can ever keep. But still...

On-The-Beach-At-Night-Alone

On The Beach At Night Alone – Walt Whitman

On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all, All spheres, grown, ungrown, small,...

A-Star-Without-a-Name

A Star Without a Name – Rumi

When a baby is taken from the wet nurse, it easily forgets her and starts eating solid food. Seeds feed awhile on ground, then lift up into the sun. So you should taste the filtered light and work your way toward wisdom with no personal covering. That’s how you came...

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Hafiz Drunk on the Wine of the Beloved Look at This Beauty The beauty of this poem is beyond words. Do you need a guide to experience the heat of the sun? Blessed is the brush of the painter who paints Such beautiful pictures for his virgin bride. Look at...

Warmth -Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

-Hey, Zaid!  How do you feel?” -“I don’t know haha. But I guess I’m in a good mood because I’m starting a conversation with you” -“Oi Oi are you saying that it’s wrong to talk to me, huh?” -“Haha oh please do forgive me for my rudeness.” -“Hummm apology accepted.”...

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Jalaluddin Rumi Why Cling Why cling to one life till it is soiled and ragged? The sun dies and dies squandering a hundred lived every instant God has decreed life for you and He will give another and another and another

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Walt Whitman I Dream’d in a Dream I dream’d in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth, I dream’d that was the new city of Friends, Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led...

FEATHER Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

She was beautiful. No, she wasn’t fare. Her skin was not white. She was skinny, didn’t have a nice figure. She didn’t have long silky thick hair. But still she was beautiful. She represented beauty in her words, in her writing, in her work. She was honest. She was polite....

DAFFODIL’S RITUAL Golam Kibria

Here it is Adria. Our creator created the creatures that He might be known. He created flowers with much care Adria think so. Adria feels that deep in flowers roots, all flowers keep the flame. And so, she keeps a flower garden in her house. One night while she was...

This Is My Will -Fatima Binte Mostafiz

Such a sunny day it is, there is no cloud in the morning sky. And the sun is burning gracefully. But its beauty is nothing to the people of Gaza. They are running for a place to hide themselve from the bombs of Israeli plane. But still a little boy...

Lead Poems

Lead Poems

Henry Wadsworth 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...

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Palestine Md. Abdul Jalil Akhand Divine Palestine, Since the civilization shine, You made place in mankind, By started the journey of erudite. A haven was entrenched in your land, A violin in your fairy’s hand, A soiree was always ringing, And thus peace was shining. Your earth was unadulterated, The...

Poems

Followers Md. Eftekhairul Islam Mithun When you sat on handed-chair, on moving; I aired you by the Gloomy tailed-fan, You gazed; the full moon night; The moon was full of smiling Brightened you? Your heart beats faster, Time passed! You’re fading and rolling and cooling. Now, I’m your helper! Standing...

Last sight -Fatima binte Mostafiz

Here I am, sitting on a bench, waiting for the train to arrive. I can see how annoyed everyone is, just because the train is late today. But what about me? What am I feeling? In this case, my answer is nothing. I’m not feeling annoyed, angry, sad or anything....

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Matthew Arnold Growing Old What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forego her wreath? Yes, but not for this alone. Is it to feel our strength – Not our bloom only, but...

A wish  -Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

A white ceiling. I’m staring at it. After all there’s nothing else for me to do. It hurts. My body hurts so much. It’s really painful. I want to get out. It’s been so long that I haven’t seen the sky. This white empty ceiling of this hospital is so...