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A Collection of Contemporary Poems (and their Translations) Originally in Bengali by Raad Ahmad

This site contains poems in Bengali taken from the book ‘ Ak Tebiler Odhibashy ’ (Natives of the same table) with each poem translated into English., originally written in Bangla by Raad Ahmad, one of the young contemporary poets of Bangladesh. He is a poet whose poetry often consists of broken meter or phrases. Click on the links below to move to a new poem.

The Night of the FULL Moon A Day in My Life When I was in Shahbag My Letter's Not COMPLETE Yet The FOREIGNERS in Vigor The TORN FLOWER I Don't Know SORROW In the Restaurant AristocraticWatch How the Holy Wind Discovery In the Year Two Thousand From Inside a CAR The IDB Building in MIDST of A Storm THE FUNERAL Two of us Torn by the GLASS on the Window On the FOLLOWING Day of the Bomb BlaST in THE PEOPLES Assembly WHO for YOU Where ShaLL YOU go I Talk to the GENOMES Inside STANDING in Lalmatia - I am TOO a Player I Am but the PLANTATIONS of Lemon TREES HeADINg for Maymensingh a POET Beside a POND CO-Ordinates
SUNRAYS for YOU To VINCENT Welcome to the Young KING WRisTwaTcH CONTACTS

The IDB Building in the Midst of a Storm

The IDB Building in the midst of a Storm
The people are silent – all their words turned into wastes of paper flying about in the wind.
Their faces are like the glistening stones hit by the sea

But there’s a talk going on – you can hear – if you think of men apart from their sociability –
Are they just staring up there on the sky ? From behind the elements of beast in them?
Building roofs and ceilings up the skyscraper –where you don’t find the jungles inside –

But it’s the same greed the same hormone the same fascism and the distrust

All the faces of you and me are breathing silently in the building with a great distrust

Only for the storm today – our words are no longer spears

They are just the waste of papers flying around in the sky.


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