Wake me up every morning as dawn becomes a new day.
What motivated our youth to defy death in order to free Bangladesh from the yoke of a brutal regime?
Glamorous lightweight raindrops from the October sky keep
A star fell on the ground in the windy night
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
Don’t you see— I can only write dark.
The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom,
Eternity collapses at the wheel of change. / Past is lost
August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent
Someday, I will write about those places, the cities, monuments, and faces.
Haiku is a poem in three lines that captures the image of a single moment in the reader’s mind.
On a Thursday, I went back home, and I took a walk./ On the sidewalk, I saw a splash of maroon on a grey block.
You’re sitting on the couch/ And you’re tapping your feet at 135 miles per hour/ You’re waiting for something to happen
The only thing that disregards - Is that you won’t be there to
Showers and storms give way To a surge of sunlight A fragrance of hope floats in On morning breeze
Delicate like butterfly wings, And yet as strong as boulders Her mind is a divine place, Eternal peace on her shoulders.
Welcome to the Carnival of Dreams and Memories
The most moving part about these poetry sessions is the conversations.
Seek if you must If you believe the truth shall set you free And then? We heal.