Lars, your site rocks and so do your artworks.

I am committing a blog in French on my Monbusho experience (http://monbushodiaries.fr/), where I try to give my fellow Frenchmen a vivid personal account of the Monbusho experience, and to provide as much insider advice as I can for those who’ll follow in our steps. I have the feeling that the “Monbusho” part of your blog does exactly that, so here you go, topping my list of precious Monbusho resources.

I’ll be looking forward to your next post.
Julien

Date: 10/01/2009

Dear Sir/Madam,
I am Sk. Motasim Billah, Assistant Professor, Soil Science discipline, Khulna University, Bangladesh. I got my B.Sc(Hons) Degree and MS degree from the Department of Soil, water and Environment, University of Dhaka, Bangladesh with First class in both tyre. Now I am looking for a Scholarship to get admission in the PhD research. My research interest is on any topic related to soil, water and environment. Already some of my research articles have been published in some reputed journals. So please help me to get the way of achieving Monbukagasho scholarship to carry on my PhD research in Japan. Thanks a lot.

Yours faithfully.

Sk. Motasim Billah,
Assistant Professor,
Soil Science discipline,
Khulna University
Bangladesh.
Date: 10/01/2009

very nice

Hello
I am a student looking for help. I am very intelligent but no money to further my studies. My parents are in the village and they are poor. I had advanced level 2 years ago but i am in the house due to poverty. Please help me.

Dear Jars, i’m a BBA student. i’s wondering if you can give me an information if there’s any scope of undergraduate Mombusho-scholarship…i’ll be highly obliged.. Thank you.

Hi, Lars, I´m Santiago from Venezuela, graphical designer and cartoonist too. I’ve been applying for this scholarship too so that I can study comic art in Japan and I’ve had some problems for find advisors in this field. I ‘ve been searching for one year and there is not any recuest yet. Next week I will be taking the English exam… If you know any direction or some advisor I can send him an email I would be grateful since you are working in the same area.

To
Revered
Chairman/Secretary General

Most respected Sir,

We came to know about your association and laudable role in the field of culture & literature. We too have been working in the arena of culture and literature under the umbrella namely LALON PROJONMA (Lalon’s Progeny) Lalon was a mystic philosopher who preached his philosophy through his songs. His songs are charming and most educative. LALON PROJONMA is destined to boost up culture and literature by utilizing Lalon’s songs. We are eager to enrich our way of thinking and orbit of knowledge acquiring practical experience from your association.

Would you please be kind and co-operative enough to send two invitation letters in favour of the persons mentioned below to make us grateful forever.

We are,
Sincerely yours
Hasan Shyeedul Islam
President
Lalon Projonma
1. Chokdar Muhammad Abdus Satter
M.A.(English)L.L.B, Advocate
Bangladesh Supreme Court,
Writer, Columnist & Chief Patron,
Lalon Projonma

3. Hasan Shyeedul Islam
Assistant Programmer, Poet, researcher & President,
Lalon Projonma

To
Revered Dean of
Faculty of Language, Literature & Culture

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Most Respected Sir,

Being informed by some professor of the above Faculty I came to know that there are numerous facilities and opportunities for the persons interested and devoted to research works about culture and literature, I the undersigned beg to lay before you the followings with a hope to availing your all sorts of co-operation:-

1. That, I am a poet and researcher very interested in research works.
2. That, I also believe on : there is no limit of acquiring knowledge nor it has any age-limit, As such I am also eager to avail the chance of acquiring knowledge. But due to my pecuniary inability I need to be facilitated with scholarship.
3. That, I have strong-writing power and superior perception with sufficient experience of computing.
4. That, you are requested to inform me, if you need, through Email
Should you be kind enough to provide me any opportunity on an any job and make me obliged thereby.

I am
Friendly yours
(Hasan Shyeedul Islam)

RESUME
OF
HASAN SHYEEDUL ISLAM

ACADEMIC BACKGROUND :-

H.S.C, Diploma in Computing

WORKING EXPERIENCE :-

(a) Name of the organization : Education Engineering Department.
Under Education Ministry
Duration : 15 June 1993 to 30 April 2000
Position : Computer Operator
Phone : 9569360 (Office)
(b) Name of the organization : Engineering Science Inc., USA
Duration : 1st August 1992 to 30 June 1993
Position : Computer Operator
(c) Name of the organization : Dhaka Infrastructure Improvement Project
Duration : 17 December 1991 to 30 July 1992
Position : Computer Operator
(d) Name of the organization : Uticom Computers Center
Duration : 1st June 1989 to 1st July 1991
Position : Computer Instructor
PERSONAL INFORMATION :-
FATHER’S NAME Md. Muzharul Islam
DATE OF BIRTH 4th April 1968
RELIGION Islam (Sunni)
NATIONALITY Bangladeshi
MARITIAL STUTUS Unmarried
PERMANENT ADDRESS Vill:Panpara, Dist:Laxmipur,
Thana: Panpara, Country: Bangladesh .
OTHER QUALIFICATION :-
a) Writer of the Book “Nafser Natai” (Poetry)
b) Writer of Research Book “Prova” (Corruption is created from human sense & Character in Modern Scientific way)
c) The Poetry Book “Nirbasito Kabita Gucha” (Including Government Famous Employee’s Poetry Collection Book ).

TRAINING:-
Computer literacy & English Language Course From Regional Public Training Center
by the Education Engineering Department under Ministry of Education.

ORGANIZATION:
1. Position : President of LALON PROJONMA

Publisher : Hasan Sariful Islam

[All rights reserved by the poet]

1st Published 1st February, 1997(Bengali)
2nd Published 6th June, 2007 (English)

Price : 1 (one) Dollar

Nafser Natai

Original: Hasan Shyeedul Islam
Translated: Chokdar Muhammad Abdus Satter

We see ourselves living in a world of illusion. What we look around of us we try to find out a meaning of that and wish to ask what is the tenet of great universe? What is our position here? How did it come? And where did we come from? Why is the Earth is so, as it is now?

Why was the great universe begun such a way, is a question tough to explain. Only explanation may be that one Creator did so with an intention to create us.

Majority of the scientists had been busy to collect the information of the nature of universe, but why is this universe – they had no time to ask such a question. On the other hand, the philosophers who had such responsibility to ask such question they failed to pace with the advancement of scientific concepts. The scientists of eighteenth century would think that whole the arenas of knowledge including science would have been there working field. But the science during nineteenth century became more mathematical and based on technology. That is why, science became out of understanding to all masses including philosophers excepting a few specialists. The philosophers decreased their orbit of observation such a way that Wiltgenstein the greatest philosopher of the century said, “The working arena of philosophy remains limited to philological analysis”. What a degradation of Aristotle and Kant’s heritage.

Stiffen W. Hocking

PREFACE

Modern poem is not, but an art related to life. Its sparks come out as if `light from litting the life’. The easiest inauguration of life-awareness can be possible by poems only. In no garden of other branches of art that is possible. When the diverse feeling of life are vibrated and bewitched the mind of a poet then becomes vocal; the words being chains build poem- the minaret. Every poem side by side with its vivid depiction creates Tajmahal of feelings. This is why modern poem is the creation of life-awareness and artistry.

Features of a modern poem lie in its diversification and multifarious themes. The more one poem is healthy with vivid reality the more it would be life-based. The physic of modern poem mostly built upon depiction of life and carnalism, concert of woes and wails and constructed upon atoms or molecules of contemplations and feelings.

It is doubtless that `Nafser Natai’ a composition of poems composed by young poet Hasan Shyeedul Islam retains that new form and traits. The sway of flowing time with life and causation has been deeply felt in this book of poems. Poem is not merely submission to women’s feet or not only the worship of nature. How incarnal the poem can become with diving deep in to the abbeys of life that has been reflected in the poems of Hasan Shyeedul Islam. The poet has looked into the riches of the world in the screen of creations. The women are seen in many ways and various evolutionary process – from damsel’s liveliness to mother’s affection. The gulf of difference he felt between illusion and reality. The poems in this book of poetry are completely filled up with the marginal elements of love, affection, emotion and dreams.

Here is no slightest negligency to overcome the inconsistencies in life and self-conflicts, composition of lines with shortest word or words; vivid language and beautiful ornamentation have made his poems easy-readable.

This book as I expect, verily, ought to gain much popularity among the readers of all classes who are lovers of life and poems.

Dhaka
Ist March, 1403 B.S Delwar Hasan
Researcher
Department of History
The University of Dhaka & G.M The Daily New Nation

TABLE OF CONTENT

Sl. No. Name Page No.
1. A Spool of Self 7
2. The Herons 8
3. Good Bye O’ Chisti 9
4. Delirium of Tolstoy 11
5. The Poet 12
6. Would You Recognize 13
7. You 14
8. Felicitation of New Day 15
9. New World 16
10. O’ Veiled Woman 17
11. Intimate Invitation of Entity 18
12. O’ The Pedestrian to Come 19
13. Absconded Adorator 20
14. Enchoring in Emptiness 21
15. Expression of Illusion 22
16. Enchaining Inchantation 23
17. Blooded 24
18. Adversity 25
19. Tidings of Heaven 26
20. Wall Writing 27
21. Decrepit Is Inevitable 28
22. Ka’ba Ka’ba 29
23. Colour Game 30
24. Undone Adam 31
25. Thabor Khaiya (Being Slapt) 33
26. Differences (Babodhan) 34
27. Conscience of Desire (Sadher Bibek) 35
28. Unable (Woporag) 36
29. Prayer (Pratthona) 37
30. Mask of Pains (Bedoner Mukhosh) 38
31. Biting of Forbidden Fruit (Gandhamer Jala) 39
32. Traditional Current (Gatanugatic Srot ) 40
33. Coming and going of Sacred being (Pabitra Attayer Chala Fera) 41

Sl. No. Name Page No.
34. Slogan of Victory (Bijoyer Slogan 42
35. Testing Happiness and Pain (Sukh-Dukher Ghran) 43
36. The Undone Pedestrian (Shorbo Santo Pathochari) 44
37. Revolution (Biplop) 45
38. The Youths 46
39. The Bereaved Soul 47
40. A Cry 48
41. The Dignity 49
42. The Medicine 50
43. Ailment (Badhee) 51
44. Make Not Nest 52
45. Driven Back By Fate (Pashchatay Felay Delay Newoti) 53
46. A Life 54
47. Whirlpool 55
48. Stiring 56
49. Reality 57
50. On Birth Anniversary of Rabindranath 58
51. Soul In The Sea of Errors 59
52. Love Making of Sky With Sea 60
53. Pomegranate of Pain 61
54. Dream Letter 62
55. Coll (Shidur) 63
56. Confined 64
57. Sadhu 65
58. Dishonest 66
59. You are Now 67
60. Lilakamal 68
61. Moon the Goblin 69
62. Companions In Embarking Shore 70
63. Prometheous 71

A SPOOL OF SELF

Suddenly the tomb of dream goes to an end
With great trouble I hang at the edge of life.
The wind of age blows away the maiden’s scarf
And she glitters, as if the back of Hilsha fish does
O’ No, it’s her coiled physic full of fat
Forth with, the breathing goes up with fire of sex
And the gazing of luster leaks and leaks
The bread of carnality
Whoever hears whom, that is absurd hopelessness.
The wheel of civilization advances too fast
Today the piles of vices is being spread by the women
Who is so undaunted able to check the spool of self ???

THE HERONS

When the herons come in swarm
All are elated in the abandoned lake of century
As if they have got their lives back;
The river is dead like snake
Goes back to the current of youth with rapture.
The clamor of herons expand the water
As if it is the tumult high-tide
Should all go floating
Their beaks smear little mud
There are tumult of lives in the campus of nature.
Once they go away creating waves in the sky
And disappear in the blue horizon
Their feathers sunk in sun’s charm and glitter
Being severed, cry and cry with despair.
Where do they go, the swarms of herons?
And their painful clamours jingled.
They come to tear my distressed heart
And to ransack my spring opened
And goes away towards a hemisphere on their wings.
Why do they come to stir the soul not satiated?

GOOD BYE O’ CHISTI

The coffin has been wrapped to bid you good bye ;
Eliminating darkness you are kept in own land
Let you sleep calm and quiet on her lap-good bye!
We are standing on a globe namely Earth
Wherein we are distressed and can’t say:
O’ the soul, good bye! good bye!

Your departure was sudden and not guessed
Thus we failed to become prepared for it
O’ Almighty! forgive us for our wrongs and falsity

When thy soft body was laid down straight
Which was covered by cloth and kept on plain floor
Thy head was slanted one side with closed eyes.
The two legs were tightly knotted hard
Thy face seemed the face of an infant.
The infant who was not exchanged him for Earth.

Your father’s wailing was reflecting in your grips.
We loitered around your inert physic
Your heart was not making any sound.
You departed for a calm, quiet and lifeless sphere
It was beyond our reach, guess and feelings.
Even today we search and search thee eagerly
Do you stay at blue space after the stars?

Death is the chapter covers us with darkness
Which is incumbent and non-evading for a moment
That comes to us getting up the rocket of times
No, we can’t evade it with all might in Earth

You used to tell us: The moment is not known
When the deadly dark guests shall come in our doors.”

You used to tell: “Faith is one
Its numerical at right enhances value
Numerical at left gives nothing more.
I get your sway and faith with numbers right.
O’ our reminiscence still retains thee.

Sometimes in small island of the lake
Our gathering of faith would take place
It was a time either mid-day or dawn
We loitered on the grasses wet with dews
At a place along the lake after Fagr.

On the benches of the park we chatted much
You were too nearer in my very bosom
Some times you were smiling sweet
And your heart elated like shady branch
As if you lived depth into life ensuing
Often that would make you stirred.

DELIRIUM OF TOLSTOY

“ O’ proud-being, you are going to die within spring”
I know, death welcomes me, yet why do I fear?
I have painted endless frosty nature – was it not?
Was it to hug under the tent made of white feathers,
Why is calling?

It appears with a might not to be confronted
In drowsiness the vicious creature makes pain.
It looks like dolphin, frightened
That’s tongue breathless and repented
O’ Lord! is the death really fixed?

Grandeur of youth, fallen women and rave Vodka
Made the bright life like star weaker
The lungs in bent empty ribs suffer darkness
Thus he looks and fixes eyes as bright sun, fixed.

A few days only passed the boy knew not to be tired
Fatigue pervaded him not, he was simple to play with pillow
He used to laugh and laugh so undaunted incessant
As if it was rapture full to the brim
It is endless uncontrolled.

The wolves play behind the lines of birches
The ignorant butcher runs fast smiling
Ah! his fired eyes show his arrogance
I have forgot God’s immutable Laws
The frightened eyes, as if hear wolves roars
Alas! the time has played its role incomprehensible.

THE POET

The pain breeds the poets
They know not how to cry
Their eyes beget arts-arts only
They retain the poisonous pin
On their ribs for others’ failure.

Their bloody breasts make up and down
As the bellows do
You are covered with your garb
So that decoration remains intact
Can the depth of love weighed?

O’ they spread charming garbs in sensualism
Should their eyes been looked at
Bashful drops would have seen clinged.

They hover through the raft like cloud dreamy
There reflects in their minds – a flower not bloomed
And the beauties of nature in spring
They represents time but are enchained by fate
Their rafts vanish forthwith as if frost goes.

WOULD YOU RECOGNISE

Would you recognize?
That face is bald, head is bearded
Two hands hold glass instrument
Two big tanks are in the eyes.

Would you recognize?
Bushes of green nature are pained in garbs
Red light is lit in the fore head
The body is covered by radish skin
Red signal is seen on the leaves.

Would you recognize?
I can’t gaze at even for two minutes
The heart shows sensualism.
Knot of dream becomes torn
The conscience begs alms.

Would you recognize?
Bright dews laugh with teeth of parls
The blackness of soul goes down
The laughter is heard like tap-recorder
The sleep at night is ruined.

Would you recognize?
It attracts like magnate
The path is lost even at broad daylight
There requires no liquors
The heart automatically becomes mad.

A swarm of stars run after gazing
Where will you go O’ the hypocrite?
There are traps, charms and highest beauty
Where will dive — no you will not know.

YOU

Thy eyes create poets for the time being
And the curl is the flag of revolters
And cheeks instinct sensualism in youths
Thy proud nape makes the virility daunted.

Your talk seems to be so sweet like Hamilton
From thy laughing gushes out long springs
When you loiter the whole world is looted
And your deceit makes the world distracted.

FELICITATION OF NEW DAY

In the eve of day the morning sun leaves wrapper of dews
The broken walls of dews fly like cotton fibbers in the winds
The trees firm by branches and leaves drop dews weeping.
The dews drop and drop through cornice with their sound
O’ they are being reflected in the bosom of heart
The vicious sound of materialist civilization becomes inert.

I open my eyes and see with idleness and charm
This evolution that occurs every now and then
The birds having sweet tone hide their heads in feathers
O’ they talk devout themselves by pulse and heart bits
The nature pours its sweet honey of calmness.

The horizon little by little brightens by rays of the sun
Our poor eyes are colored by perfume stone
The dews on the grass blaze like the jewels and pearls
The roses, juees, belis and chamilis and many others
They dance with living greens and taking bath
As if they competing to become pure – holy
It seems such a way of writing the view-card of morn
That’s a felicitation of new day for the mankind

When I touch the pair of leaps, it makes lot of beats
Thy curl flies around you incessant
And makes a dimension too charming
Oh! it’s a perpetual spring, vivid and sacred
And the eternal morn as if is altar enchained;
Life enters into the Art Gallery unknowingly

When they annoyed and displeased eyes shed tears;
The morning view-card then becomes blurred
And the nature loses her seasonal circle of beauty.
All of mine become scattered and indisciplined
I ponder over the distance between you and me.

NEW WORLD

A new world rises before your eyes like nests
No, it’s a big garden of faith of ever blooming flowers
Nature here is too bewitching, sweet and decorated
The dreamy wind blows all the time gently
The hot moments of eternal time gushes out as drops
As if they are cold water melted from ice
Bashful it is, not dreamy flowers bloomed.
Amorous wicked gaze often goes to see
To see the eager flowered being
The affection, the dews are hidden in bashfulness.
Eyes of deer are moving like gems of asp
The hive soul of heart as if is dreamy land.
The worldly riches are seen in the screen of vision
I can’t enjoy but burn by uncontrolled instinct
Too little we can touch
And the riches go on the backs of the time
Can we smell the flagrancy of all flowers?

I only can touch thee………….
I can be the traveler in your whole garden destined
Whole the entity can be inhaled with ease – fine
I can feel whirlpool of feeling of love
You can be beautified with flowers of joy.

I can extend myself up to the edge of time to come
The time bears us like bridal car and throws us not
In the way of life you are my experienced mate
The aim of your entity is to take accounts of me.

No where, but my space craft halts beside thee
I found thee whenever you were amid with many
And therefore my eyes were brightened satiated
Through out my whole heart music was heard.

O’ you are abstract expression of my heart
I see numerous blessings of God in thee
Why I would leave that ………………
And enter into dustbin?

O’ VEILED WOMAN

O’ veiled woman! your bright eyes sayeth:
How vast is the beauty you retain;
You don’t require to be measured by foot.
You don’t require to be ranked with women
Who severed dresses to become “ Miss World”
You are also not created to stand by Venus
Made of smooth and transparent stones
Nor even you are aimed at remaining hanged
Like Monalisa in the wall.

You are a common woman
Made of living cells within our reach
You are present in reality of daily life.

None requires you to won like Hillary and Tenjin
And they do not require climb up Everest.
No, none require cross the sea as Columbus did
Verily, to win your mind no Kingdom is to conquer.
In the middle of your two mighty arms
There is a big channel of victory.

Your are dominant here
The bell of your victory rings here
If the reckless waves of life touches you
You become rapture by an innocent pleasure.

Seven colors of rainbow cross your chin
And the particles of beauties float
Some times it seems recklessness of maiden
Some times it shows liveliness of damsel
Some times you are affectionate and crafty
And at a stage you show motherly vivid love.

INTIMATE INVITATION OF ENTITIY

O’ come alone and give thy sway
You will squeeze me like string of plant
It is my intimate call, be with me only.

No sensualism of sinner — no more sin
The bosom as if seems to be a war-wrecked field
The awful rays of feelings shower down
Pains shed dews lonely and expect morn
Procession of calmness goes with poster of hatred
And cross the very bosom of my heart.
Would you be felt in me with brightness
Thy sway shall give pacification, liveliness
Come once in dream or give sway bashfully
I jump up from the dream and loiter alone
I only prattle and feel guilty to my own self

If you come, I shall get touch of spring – sweet – cold.
I shall not care for any restriction to ornate you
The suppressed lust be freed and jump upon thee
Endless pearl like lust shall cover the entire bridal bed

O’ THE PEDESTRIAN TO COME

The spring of doom-day drown in the ribs injured
How long is its navigating power;
The dews fall with care from palace of entity
It is severed, thirsty and showering tears
O’ the pedestrian to come
Don’t you audile call and cry;

The auger maker sound beside the window
The autumn makes waves in the spot of living nature
In the world of birth, it peeps into again and again.
The flowers of pumpkin bloom and expand
Often they create sadness and oblivion.

In to the abyss of sea I have placed the fishing stick
The wicked putis (Tittle fishes) come silence and peck
An untold pain expands and spreads
And that comes to the bank to be vanished forever.
O’ the pedestrian; do your eyelids reflect in the incarnation?

ABSCONDED ADORATOR

Heart rendering wind blows incessant
I only feeleth not thy sway
The reckless eyes reach horizon and return
I only feeleth not thy sway.

Being pecked by reality I am imbalance
The eyes are blurred and full of tears
I gaze after being pained unexpressed
I only feeleth not thy sway.

The river flows being made of melted ice of affection
In the shade of profane dreamy green planet moves
The life planned by unable goes in vain
I only feeleth not thy sway.

Pain destines long, makes whistle hard
My golden moment of youth is lost forever
Alas! the box of your expectation topples down
I only feeleth not thy sway.
Taking chance some of us avoids darling in soul market
They are their men lose all in the light of all ages
The parallel lines never intersect each other.
If the weighty night prolongs behind the mirage
Save life, go away ——
Let the forest of autumn leaves wastage
And the illusionary dream should remain red
Melted ice ought to be wiped out of life buoy
The lives where grow unplanned and un-cared for
How far the lives there may be valued for?

ENCHORING IN EMPTINESS

The life is procreated in the mid of endless space
Verily, it started from the abyss unending
Life beginning from nucleus to the perfection
Does it carry only the wheel of emptiness?

Your conflict with emptiness
Makes my eyes wet with tear
And my heart expands and contacts;
Yet the poet failed to hang in the nature.
Emotion, upraises and fall bring crux in life
I hold cord of life to show emptiness.
But the ship must board with riches
And makes me look at horizon unending.

EXPRESSION OF ILLUSION

Our hearts are not doors
Knock it not without informing
Don’t say: May I come in please!

Would you show your teeth
And keep eyes askance
Forehead will be shriveled
And shedding a hot breath
Say: Let my life deposited to you.

You would bid good by after drowsiness
And shall say before : I am engaged.
You may think yourself illusionary
And you are extinguishing thirst with water
——— a current, a source of this life
Or it is a expression of illusion
Is it for collecting this honey?
And the seeds of bitterness gone?
All would be sacrificed before all vanish
So why do you beat drum of motherhood:

Come to pass whole the hour in pleasing games
And let the collusion of bodies create foam of sweat
Let this known Earth become unknown.

ENCHAINING INCHANTATION

At a stage, I had friends surrounding me
You came and told: ‘they are not friends.
Once my life followed current of spring
You told: it’s not at all a life style.
Once my heart was wounded by thorns
But you told: No, the moon peeps into whole the time
Once my speedy walking had sound scattered
You assured: ‘I have my port hidden in thee.’

At a stage I had agitated dreams without base,
You pointed: ‘here is milestone in my stirring eyes.
Once I had deedly confrontation with youth
You came to tell: ‘Here is enchained enchanting
Once my legs would tread the earth unplanned
You came and told: Let you follow a simple path
—– I search thee behind.

BLOODED

Wants Not
The soul does not want
A body Entirely Blooded

ADVERSITY

You could recognize yourself by adversity of time
You gave salvation from illusion of faith
I shed tear and got my vision too clear
Why do you come to cover me with illusion?

I feel electric shock to gaze you
And a bitter pain I feel all along
The eyes shed tears incessant
And my heart is rolled over by cascade –water

Tears – no, that is malted pain’s fall
That is melted by the heat of pains to vanish
O’ no; man is not a tree to remain dumb eternally
The expanding roots shall take away life’s blood.
No; we have no faith —- faith is the crown
We knot the unseen faith with cord of love
And we make illuminated artistry of relation
We through the palace of faith
And take shelter under others’ jaws without fear.

TIDINGS OF HEAVEN

In the twilight dim I shall pass
I shall join in black horizon far away
Form the edge, the cover of darkness shall fall
All entity shall vanish with inward thoughts.

I will not lose my legs in silver field wet
I won’t stir taking pure sweet and cold wind
And the unbloomed flowers will not respond to morn-song
Forth with, heavenly tidings snatch away heart – beats

Your love never shall misguide me to be undaunted
And my sensory shall not respond to your arrival
I must not be anxious during autumn bitten by loneliness

The cold shall touch the inert body by the chirr of dews.
All the coming springs shall go one by one
The inert body never shall stir,
The invincible frost shall fade way rapture of spring.

WALL WRITING

Let your heart like wall be written by chalks of desire
Do you think over the absence of faith in love
Indifference of a moment makes iron-door of soul trivial
The ship full of gems and pearls go forthwith
Today the faith has lost mother.

DECREPIT IS INEVITABLE

In the mirror of mind there reflects now
The game of life and death inevitable
Sound of falling trees, reckless blowing are felt
And the drowsy deer pass frightened hastily
And I feel in my bosom trembling sound.

When lean and thin old age drives,
Distinct sound of prayer is heard
While the time takes to the edge of the way
Sweet of undertone songs no more are heard
Whole the beings go astray and thirst remains unsatiated
Each heart beat experiences sway of heaven unattainable

That’s the time to begin the observation
Inevitable decrepitude so brings the game of life and death
When the way is merely started the youth calls folding hand
Then suddenly the cascade jumps down some where
As if a maiden runs violently

Once verily, it will coincide with, blue endless wisdom
O’ unfortunate failure, opium wine and loneliness-
They make the fired youth inert at each touch
The distance between illusionary and real clouds
Then becomes unending and numerous.

KA’BA KA’BA

You are glad when you get and annoyed when denied
Give me bottomless oceanic water, comeliness of moon
Greenness of vegetation, beauties of fruits
Humming of hornet, heart-rendering coo of cuckoos
Bunches of krishna chura, charming breeze.
Give me all those completely without shortage.
Let my whole body be wet as peacock does.

Let the chirping of birds with morn of spring
Plant in the field of my heart like the farmers
So that, emotion, induction and elated leafy image
Give me sway whole the time.

Let me dance expanding the wings as the butterfly does.
Give me chance to live alone, freedom to do something
And let my emotion enliven with mur mur of spring.

Let my vanity allow to smash that of yours
And cut completely your eye brows to get rid of fear
Draw collyrium in my big eyes by the painting brush
That collyrium is built on dream and illusion
And let that direct towards the current of time on raft.

Now I realize, I never be treated as a lover
Until I can slap on beloved’s soft fatty cheek.
If I sacrifice all, yet I would remain coward
Until my slapping will not make mark on cheek,
And she never shall treat me as a man of dream.’

COLOUR GAME

My blurred image is no more in your eyes
The colored photo has usurped and charmed those
Once I forecasted and assured you that,
‘All the illusions behind this image must vanish’
Shedding tear and nose-water you would claim
‘No –no it’s blur –not so shaky’;

Then I use to tell about the greed
Which would have stolen you towards palace
In reply you smiled and tore grasses
And used to say:
“I won’t go any where leaving this green carpet”
Even you told, “ be sure I would be star in the seven world
And I shall be dwelling long time before the earth
I shall observe the civilization to come
As a representative of this age.

No way my life can be enchained ever
Whatever the nature of trap it may be
O’ men for six-seasons, you are my companions
And other amongst you either is father or relations.

Some times I used to say: Are we not passing fine
In this blue sky we hover through century after century
Is it not, we are at ease
Turning the face bashful
And making the annoyed eyes painful you told:
“Oh; have I not to desire even this?”

I replied, “ O’ how long this game of love shall continue
Why both sides of life like covers are printed
Printed with watercolor of emotion and insanity?

What pleasure do it give with this dream of debt?
All the abusive languages I can recall no more
Otherwise once I would decorate the abuses
And verily would hand over to you.

UNDONE ADAM

Tell me O’ my Love ————–
Will my ruin cause any harm to you
If unnecessarily I lie and move on the sandy road?
And a huge heap of despair reflects on the visions
And if memory like dried leaves piles up in the heart
What is the harm to you?

If the alley of the bar becomes only way to pass
And to escape from the earth I enter into the brothel
And when I look tired and slugged like the actor
I am laughed at by all.

Tell me O’ my love…………..
Will my ruin cause any harm to you?

If my youth fades away like Krishna chura (A flower)
And the time throws away the wrapper of weak oldness
The darkness no more leaves the life
The youthfulness becomes blur in the bay secretly
And I hear the sound of breaking bank every day.

Tell me O’ my love………..
Will my ruin cause any harm to you?

If due to bite of white cobra I am to wait for death
The poison spread at every breath and reaches to heart
And vivid spring fades away by delirium
The cruel roars of white boar tear not the net of frost
And reaches not in your ears.

Tell me O’ my love;
Will my mother sheds tear like eternal sculptor
Each and every moment her pain of delivery increases
And her every breathing is felt painful
So she ask: O’ children prolong not the delivery time.
Tell me O’ my love;
Will my fall cause any harm to you?

If the Creator looks silently at disgusted creation
And the greatest creation is squeezed by sensualism
Firm land of creation is submerged by salty water
And is losing self-restraint

O’ he is driven away by beloved with abhorrence
How miserably the sons of Adam become undone?

THABOR KHAIYA
(Being Slapt)

I am the ignorant, bewildered being slapped in dream
I take adulterated Bangla-wine siting in the loneliness.
O’ Hurmuti! let you fly away from your rib
And make the men undone with others help
Let their lives become completely smashed
And all nonsenses shall jump like the frogs.

Catch them — catch them with your two legs
Let the hurricane hand over to them day and night
For the soul with torn dresses.
O’ the Fakir Chand! let you bind all with faked gold
And leave threatening, deceit and wickedness.

DIFFERENCES
(Babodhan)

When during your passing the path
You are winner and bewitched in joy
I was sitting alone with my pains knotted with thread
Then I fetchen one by one the buds of reminiscence

The light post that posses limited light to expose
And wish to wipe out the deep darkness of failed life
Your’s is a bright silver colored face like full-moon
Which creates waves of comeliness.

Your overwhelming joy makes me stir to envy
Biting in my brains makes me laughed at more
My wishes lose existence making sound of fast horses
They vanishes fast one by one in the deep mirage
I loiter helpless with septic under the garbs
The horrible time keeps me suppressed
The aggressive flames of your dreams attack me
And paint marks of evil in my forehead.
A group of rivers having mighty currents
Make my heart without softness stirred
And sings in a tone that makes bewitched.

CONSCIENCE OF DESIRE
(Sadher Bibek)

Conscience of desire sinks into the sea of pains
It only makes wrong and sinks into source of pains
The Satan leads us towards the path of astray
And the power of faith is enchained by atheism.
It only makes wrong and touches the pain-stone.

No poet now makes up mind to write poems
Seeing the bashful face of any well smiling woman
Or being charmed by her charming eye-gazes
Or seeing the alphabets of love in her eye-brows
No –none of them now count time at night,
Perfect poets have fled away leaving poetizing
Because they have seen the new trend of poetry.
And some of them have replaced the perfect poet
The women are made the exhibits of hypocrisy.

With the passage of time …………
Will not any youth convey his wishes to any woman?
That wishes of soul are decorated with dreamy artistry.

Annoyed children will cross path burnt and carpeted
Through the stages of pains.

If we would search the truths and its symbols
And stand on the earth and direct our fingers
As we search the Eid-Day moon
Verily we would observe the photo of men
In the mirror of perfect men.

UNABLE
(Woporag)

When the life fails to explore happiness
Dreams-dreams only prevail there
The sway of dream never makes men weep
The ignorant men cry out in the Earth
When they observe here the sign of greed.

Oh! they are powerful house in dreamy spring
They run beside the life with great vitality
It’s a dream — an enchanting winged horse.

It rises up in my mirror of soul haphazardly
Its bewitching gaze, brightening of golden curl
Keeps a heavenly mark in our mind.

Human being never stops and knows not to stop
They never return and can not return.
They being smashed by the time unending
Go to sink in the abyss of time forever.

PRAYER
(Pratthona)

O’ Almighty, the entity of truth touches me not!
In the spiritual world I am the only soldier
And in my living cells self-instincts bring cyclone
The conscience becomes wet by greed’s savor.

O’ Lord, the entity of truth no more calls me!
I am not driven by sacredness, nor pinched by love.
And the truth no more piles up in my rib.

O’ Lord, the entity of truth no more touches me!
My faith goes down below zero-degree
If the sexy damsel smiles at me in sweet tone
I become respired,
Will they wish to defeat me against their defeat?

O’ Almighty, the thorns are spread through out!
I can’t place my legs in the rocket of opposite desire
O’ the Creator, I am not touched by the entity of truth!

MASK OF PAINS
(Bedoner Mukhosh)

Where do you go wearing a mask of severe pains?
Let us go to our Lord ………….

The wings of heart is damaged by wicket vermin
The cough of annoyance frozen in neck
And the fire of hatred burns the human feeling.

There is felt no stirring of pulse.
That by no way matters any thing
We must tell to the Almighty
There is piled up much sins in mind
They no longer are absorbed
That matters little to us
We must weep and be cleaned.

BITING OF FORBIDDEN FRUIT
(Gandhamer Jala)

O’ Adam, forbidden fruit bites you
I understand your sense of pain…….
The poison of bitterness raises froth in your neck
Your whole self is guided by violent sensualism

And the mean desires make you senseless …..
I also know whom do your eager look search for?

You cherish thirst of vast Sahara ……
Your sharp gaze like the pointed knife
Run after the delusion only
I know how does your heart like dew burn
Burn in thy rib- a rib so strong
And you are fired by the bright desires.

Conscience leads you run like the horses
Verily I must show you peaceful repose.

In the plain of your gaze I will plant vegetation
Vegetation that are unknown to you.
I will pour in to guard of needle golden thread
And will sew the bed cover of artistry of life

TRADITIONAL CURRENT
(Gatanugatic Srot )

Where do I go through the tunnel make by myself?
We the mankind how easily are smashed away
The most powerful soul with emotion and insanity
And wishes to undo greatness of truth and beauty
And desires to absorb best fragrance like sun-ray.
We the mankind how easily are smashed away
And throw away the cable of truth from soul.
We covertly sink in the water of sensualism.

How easily we float in the traditional current……….

COMING AND GOING OF SACRED BEING
(Pabitra Attayer Chala Fera)

Let you observe from the damaged pile of heart
How long the rib have expanded by abidance of truth
Lo! how the poverty and narrowness go like feathers
And in the worldly life sacred being moves how silently?

Would you pour poison full to the barrel of heart
Will you play pipe of nagini to play with sinner
Don’t we led by self desire and become destroyed

Come once at best to simple path even if vainly.

SLOGAN OF VICTORY
(Bijoyer Slogan)

What are the cuts of teeth in your cheek?
How are you so busy to search the definition of love
What is the number of sign in your forehead’s plot?
Then how do you expect to win over the fortune?
How much is the number of springs in your eyes?
How can you dare to mop sweat of burnt heart?
What are the numbers of deprived nights passed by
Even after that you want to open the door of love.
How many bloody Palestine do you cherish?
Yet you wish to attain the victory of “own entity”.

Bees take honey, spiders take poison from flower
Your cavity tastes poison and life-lamp lacks oil
Numerous blue bees eat your heart mercilessly

The love that comes speedily makes you hopeful
You are hopeful even in the current of violent lava
Let you choose aspect of golden aspiration
And engrave deeply a vertical Alef in your heart.

TESTING HAPPINESS AND PAIN
(Sukh-Dukher Ghran)

Would you inhale scent of my pain and pleasure?
Inhale the wind spread foul smell of burnt liver
O’ you use to taunt, laugh at and leave me
Ignorance is only the result of such an audacity.

And I send pains to my bosom of heart?
The pains made of you confront with my being
My coiled soul being burnt turns into bright star
What does extension of diamond-angles do?
Does not this solid matter erupt fire?

Do you need to test my happiness
Whenever I drink salty water of remorse
To wash myself as the sweet smiling women do
How fine I feel then ………

As if a small baby hangs in the nature
As if it is tissue wetted by dews of peace.

I sail my ship with my meager “earning”
And I continue to knit my net of perfection
Once I shall be no more in the ocean of creation
And I must ask like that boy before Napoleon:
“I would go to the shore to find out my mother”.

THE UNDONE PEDESTRIAN
(Shorbo Santo Pathochari)

Oh! covertly and silently I shall descend
From the peak of the civilization slowly.
I must throw away completely
The net of vivid spring and comely full moon.
And incessantly I shall smear brightness
Over the soul sunk in the sea of sin.

Alien rapture amid with pleasure
Must not make me envious and valiant
Nor shall I become undone pedestrian
By joining the race of illusionary life.

I observe in the distant look of a begot
As if whole the world trembles
And in my perpetual execution place
The executioners dance in circle.

REVOLUTION
(Biplop)

O’ the gray youth be not frightened by frantic dance
Logic must show you the age of coming generation
Would you not hear the songs of breaking?
That’s a place where souls vanish by agony of time.
The cruel animals salivate and awareness dazzles
Darkness of age piles up through out the society.

The sensualists run after enjoyment up to end
Minaret of the mosque is covered by mosses
Muazzin’s thirsty eyes show sign of fear.
Would you not hear the songs of breaking?
Life is bloomed and colored to free the entity.

THE YOUTHS

Too sad the youths have become
They use microphone at bush forth with
And wish to befriend the beasts of jungle.

Too sad the youths have become
Their ideal book has been lost
That is hidden behind the arms
Good and bad is not their concern now.

Defeat no longer weakens the youths
No semen failed remains to injure hearts
They are busy reaching the dark world
Two eyes painted by bright collyrium

Still and lifeless they are as stones
The light passes into mosquito-net
The entire heart has become collapsed
They now fail to strengthen the blows
They today run after dazzling gems
And their arms are attacked by cancer.

THE BEREAVED SOUL

O’ the follower of unending path, I ask thee
How long is the destination
Reply is: I only run after mirage

I thus find the disgrace of failure
Heart rendering cry I feel in abhorrence
I am asked to smell gunpowder in soul
Whole the heart is devilish sandy island.

Fool I am! yet I dream unending
Many bereaved souls advance hand to hand
They are raptured in pleasure world
They float towards blue horizon
Their soul is alone.
I am alone to think to be faded away
Completely I shall once go away in blue sky
But when my illusion is removed
Cruel truth attacks me to aid the ruin.
How wonder! I float in illusionary world.

A CRY
(Ekti Kanna)

A cry drives after me whole the night
A spade makes path broad on my ribs
A breast is carpeted by thick boiled pitch
The cry loiters in each heart with beats
It resembles with moaning of an old man.

The running train whistles in tragic tone
Peeps into the casement of reminiscence
The dusk is demolished by ruinous sound
My tidy garden is demolished – devastated
That makes me constrained to be misguided
The red eyes attain calmness tasting liquor.

My mind guess: I advance to hell verily
When I look behind my recent past
My sub-conscious mind looks me defeated
I am a sinner, I sink deep into sins.

I threw the matchstick on the floor
But that turned to destructive explosion
I saw the river advancing too reckless
But I saw it not carrying mud of silts.

That cry wishes me see unconscious
It wants me to drive back
To take me to dark alley of meanness
Nothing shall I get I know
Heap of dusts only shall I get.

THE DIGNITY

Sense of self-respect is being shattered
It is disdained in each house and mind
The souls fail to flourish based on dignity
The skin of body is flayed and covered by mud
That is a herb which enlivens soul.

The dignity is thrown like rice
Animals are taking that:

Is not fleeing from one’s entity losing dignity?
Is not remaining booze to be said losing dignity?
Is not firing sensual light be said losing dignity?
Is not frightening the damsel losing dignity?
Is not love making by the cruel losing dignity?

The dignity is being ransacked in men’s hearts
Dignity is going away like soul of dead body
Dignity is shattered like storm driven cover
Goes away from incarnate ghost’s propensity.

THE MEDICINE

Best medicine for you is crying
Your crying like flow of fountain
Which falls as if salty rain falls in Sraban

The dried soil is being muddy by you
Heated sands and dusts make storm in summer
Heat atmosphere is watered by yours tears
Let agitated heart shivers as it occurs in winter.

The clod in rib requires to be melted
As if it is salt water made for sacrifice
The black hairs in the breasts are seen
As if the roots of hyacinth exist below.

Let you wail to the Lord for life
Ask Him for love and overcoming failure
Want longevity and to get rid of deep grief
And want peace for coming generations.

I swear by God: I assureth thee
If you do otherwise be weightless
Be light more than helium and hydrogen

For twinkle of time moth sits on bud
Such way meanness and narrowness would go
All are known to Great Lord
That’s why His first lesson was ‘crying’
Let the dead civilization go away forthwith.

AILMENT
(Badhee)

What can be severe ailment than loneliness?
That makes the wings of flying bird inactive
The myriad of fire-flies fly in the lonely night
In the whirlpool of riches a cheat stoic begets.

MAKE NOT NEST

Why do you dress yourselves with fire?
Should you cross the sun in shining?
Should such shining be made?

There grows thousands of species
No longer you can be called with one name
Do you know the cuckoos devoid of nest?

DRIVEN BACK BY FATE
(Pashchatay Felay Delay Newoti)

The earth smiles with the arrival of spring
Why do I fail to smile such a way?
Human beings are tied together by love
Why do I fail to unite such a way?

Leafy branches, flowers, cooing of cuckoos
Decorate the globe very fine and charmed
I open my closed door pardoning all offence
Whoever will give me liveliness again?

When will sweet music ring in my heart
And the cruel fist of all pain be broken
And no more the tear shall fall to rib
No more shall I be advancing toward death
As the rat encased

No more shall I dwell dumb on numerous flames
If the fate drives me back, help me to be rescued.

A LIFE

The life only is one
Would you rise again after fading away?
If good is only saved where will the sin go?

The life only is one
If full moon is allowed only, new moon can’t exist
Pain can not be separated from pleasure
But once the bird of pleasure must arrive.

WHIRLPOOL

The dawn means
Sun rise, tiding of arrival
Spread of brightness
With glowing light unique
Shivering nature, bud’s desire of rise .

The morn of life means:
Starts of nucleus, heart beat and rise
Bright soul’s ascending to hard mead
And hunger, separation and ailment
And call by bell.

The mid-day means:
The burnt bud, blurred brightness
The rotation of dusts in gloomy atmosphere
And incessant cawing of thirsty crow
Under such a rotation.

The mid-day of life means:
Attack of carnality, bewildering
Showering of rain on warmed forehead
Stream’s trembling in nature
All rises a pile of many questions.

The night means:
Cover of darkness, deep blackness
An inert earth, an age of procreation
To rap by black garb
The rays of setting light.

The night of life means:
Bewildered waiting, senselessness
To undervalue human life with wrong glass
Turing of mind to weights of weighing
Immutable desire to be undressed of thin cover.

STIRING

For God’s sake; I must stir your entity of art
You will find in your heart only me and none
Forth with, I must wipe out those by spelling
All artificial reposes near by you be vanished
Trap of your loneliness would go for ever
I must protect you within myself covertly.

REALITY

Would I be deprived of my due, whole the life?
My desire neither was naked nor vast like ocean
I was constrained to hug only deprivation
Was it my crime, would cruel reality reply to it?

Today my back crooks walking through alleys
It creates wonder in the way of open desert
My breast trembles in despair of being left by time
All my days and nights go paralyzed all along
The soil behind the legs seems trembling little
From the sky of desire meteors fall down
And in front of I find dazzling knife
The birds lost last night sleepless in storm.

Today my mind is fade up with hateful pains
Now no way remains to paint oil-sketch of guess
My mind no more is elated by beauty and emotion
It only struggles to survive whole the time.

ON BIRTH ANNIVERSARY
OF RABINDRANATH

My mind like temple cherished to say myriad
You have painted that bird in forehead
The tongue became inert, thin by difference of age
You have trimmed that best by cord of rhyme
There were waves and current and no illusion
You have ornamented beautiful dancing girl
Your sweet words make the love spring out
The nation has got guidance stones turn soft.

O’ the greatest poet of century the sun of Bengal
I paint your picture in village of peasants
And I rise flag of your achievement today
Verily, I recall with reverence thy name.

SOUL IN THE SEA OF ERRORS

The dreams like decorated nest peeps into
That builds wall of rainbow in the heart
And disseminate love and love only
All those were reared up in the hut of soul.

When the diamond-dream was broken
The wailing-flow becomes bewildered
They engrave scene on the red sun.
There is steamy narrow spring with jewels
And underground black aggressive cave
Ending of the day clot and senseless
Which makes the jewelers recall all the day.

It’s a stormy showering dark moment
A dreamy town in the horizon heard in tales
There is ablaze Alexandria and the souls
The golden brocade is torn from balance
All occurs when heart breaks.

Doing wrong the soul stirs all along?
Such occurs to the sinners as an act of fate
Change of time follows opposite direction
The men who are helpless like birds
It were empowered by God

They then would go behind the time
And would kill their Parents.

Thus such a dream goes to an end.

LOVE MAKING OF SKY WITH SEA

The sea of endless depth, wonderful world, mur mur of waves
During dusk when the shore dazzles it is engrossed in itself
As if it is wedding bed amid with dancing sound wonderful
It’s a mammoth gathering of fishes in the bushes of mosses.

The sea once finds behind the waves, shadow of sky
The unending sky have become blurred
The sea told, “ Who are ill fated lying with grief face?
The creatures are playing, looking azured bright net.

Let you see behind by heart diamonds gems and jewels
There dances millions of rays on the face of waves
They make the eyes of pirates and mariners dazzled
Whoever refrains from being jealous of sea’s riches?

No, there is no such matter of absolute pride in the sky
Let you say from the crowd of the birds from earth :
What do you want, gift or honorarium
The sea is the synonym of kindness.

The firm sky like mountain and voice of cloud told:
“ I have no treasure to preserve gems and jewels
I have vastness and only nothingness
There is endless unlimited expansion
There are stars as the firefly glitters incessant
There are collision of clouds and chirping of birds.

The shadow of worm love lies up to the of horizons
Come hither to me ascending the ladder with rain-bow
Those who wait like greens, fields, vineyards and others
Let them be enlivened and charmed with songs.

POMEGRANATE OF PAIN

Verily I am not a dealer
I must not sell glaze of entity
You can’t buy pomegranate of pain
You can’t demonstrate your wailing.

I have not given friend poison
Yet, violence eries for separation.
And wet coupled eyes gaze all the time
It remains awakened with bowed look

DREAM LETTER

To what a life I look at
Fingers is wrapped by dreamy life
Running of perfect life is occupied by perverts
O’ You come at night on the wing of Ospora
Thou represent greatness of enlightened sacrifice
Thon come to awake pedestrian in oblivion.

COLL
(Shidur)

`Mani’ tattooed with bloody coll, verily, is fine.
Now I have become undone totally at last
The reckless sea explores up from crater
Lastly it vanishes in the salty estuary of sea.
Which advances with current two speedily
A fine charm it is, fruitless to ill lucky mind.

CONFINED

Whole the life I was confined in your premise
But what did I get?
The firry fagoon comes of tree often sway of winter
the hornets sing in the audile of flowers
Natural cactuses bloom flagrant flowers
Errors and guilt’s only visible in this garden.
I have laid down in the cot of separation
And come back as corpse to the doors of dreams.
I lose entirely all in the world of illusion
And I take bed in the decorated cot made with mead.

SADHU

His dreams hover over the Earth
Where the arrow of love never fails
He gazes and gazes at rain-bows
Whole day night, a guide is vigilant.

He upgrades Noor Jahan up to heaven
He is a lover whose love touches the sky
The sadhu dances nearby and enjoy not
Yes, he is sadhu compared as touch stone.

DISHONEST

Will you not take oil more?
The crafty uncles’ home gone rioted
They can’t walk with their bellies ahead
As if they are wastes of eaten cane.
The peace and happiness value too high
The men of intellect and wisdom Know
That the creations are aimed at good
The opposite intention leads to ruin
The fruit ‘makal’ is too attractive
But is valueless for it lacks food value
When the brains go out of the head
The own entity the soul left the body.
Seal of ignorance is fixed in his cheek
The men of honesty and dignity know
That’s the end to a life – the certain ruin
The path of perversion is a hateful trap.

YOU ARE NOW

You are a flower fallen down
As if a balloon where from gas goes out
Your fusion of deceit is astray, mud
Hastily goes life force without creativity
You are merely a paint brush of artist
Your traits become distinct in water colour
You decorate the ocean with fountains – deep rivers
You have all colour of emotion but not the sun.
All the time your are fire against weeping of adorator
The star fallen ! a moon which has been looted;
Thou snatch away the life buoy from voyager dies
And thy parasite capture whole the atmosphere.

You are an instance in the nature, a book read out
They poisonous blood shows rapture by gazing charmed
Thou are a tigress entrapped by the hunter
Where have the ducks gone making sound Toi Toi.

LILAKAMAL

O’ the sunflower, how have you bloomed full;
Still the sun has not appear, don’t you mark
Sea is enchained with innumerous habitations
There prevails shells with their sharp edges
The sky is red and no where any star is found
The land has become cracked and savour

O’ my sister keep your Lilakamal preserved
The wicked men shall gaze at you with vice
You will be loser, your charm shall go
A goddess unattractive without worshippers.

MOON THE GOBLIN

I must lit lamp at the arch of golden hill
A posterity is to be begotten changing minds
It would be an especial posterity white as moon
Memorial plate is to be set before a monument gone
Sensuality would be replaced by light, will you accept me?
Too sweet is the paramours flower chain – shell of youth
It must aggress your glaze beyond knowledge incessant
Thy insanity eagerness and pleasure shall lose charm
Mundane life shall prevail over the lives of posterity
O’ teacher be not encased in well, have peace-sister

COMPANIONS IN EMBARKING SHORE

O’ my friend of embarking shore, during odd times
You have become enrisked raising sail in winds
The insects gather in great number in a forest old
The demons laugh in Brindaban of darkness

O’ ill-lucky your sand is touched by last ray at dusk
You rely on broken oar and thereby become befooled
Who is that mad dance at the edge of ditch of hill?
Can you expect evaluation of vigilant guard at Bhagirat?
In the bright dawn I have found you no where
North Eastern moon when arose you were entrapped.

PROMETHEOUS

I must return in this blue Earth again
I must come back with thirsty eyes of Chatak
I will come to this shady earth from your world
But I must not take the form of Prometheous.

I will come back with a form of white heron
A funeral gawoon would wrap me upto neck
There would be bloody-touch of dusk in horizon
Which would reflect image of my defeated heart
Pang of separation shall stir in abstract arena.

I shall get up on the Roth like coarpse – cot
My voice would be like injured vultures at pyre place
I shall be sitting attached to wall of grave like bat
The soul free of sensualism is indestructible.

I shall be with the swarm of might faring bied
And in the stars that dazzle in the sea
Wherein inquisitive eyes shall gaze at me
The love becomes immortal by fire of pains.

End of allurement of talks gives pain most
The dream changes its empty cover
Through out the nature of living premise lies
Wherein the soul erects waves in plot of artistry
And demolishes with the supreme soul

PROVA
(In the language of Lalon: Human character is the origin of Corruption)

Original: Hasan Shyeedul Islam
Translated: Chokdar Muhammad Abdus Satter

Publisher : Hasan Sariful Islam

All rights reserved by the author. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without permission. Any person who does any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

1st Publication 3rd April, 2004 (Bengali)
2nd Publication 6th June, 2006 (Bengali)
3rd Publication 9th September, 2007 (English)

Price : 1 (one) Dollar

Another book belongs to this author: Nafser Natai
(A Book in Poetry)

DEDICATION

That Entity directs in the Holy Qur’an
As `ilef’ conceals in the word la’m
He remains hidden different ways
Can we know Him so easily.

O’ Ye, become Unsensual indifferent
Call your mother and stand up soon
And ponder over, look at the present
Jump in to the abyss, see reality.

How is that paternity and maternity
Floats over the oceanic water eternity
O’ it is the call of Lalon– realize truth
The house dwells in the House.

A FEW SENTENCES
ABOUT PROVA

Poetic Frenzy has got appreciations in the universe of poetry. But in essays or in alike literature that have no value. In the literature outside poetry evaluates most the relevancy to the subject, clarity, brevity, vividness, relevancy in description, easy understandability and charmness. The writer or essayist who advance towards writing following those aspects he is likely to be succeeded. We are to bear in mind that, the aim of literature is to attain, “Greatest good for the greatest number”. When one’s literature fails to attain this goal he can not be said to be a successful litterateur “Prova” of Hasan Shyeedul Islam is destined to enliven the future generation and enlighten them.

Hasan Shyeedul Islam basically is a poet. A basic genius in the world of poetry. No doubt, he is not well-known, evaluated, yet it is true, he has got a mighty hand in poetry. Had he been advancing in favour of the current he would get recognition. He rather preferred to change the current towards well-being. That is why, he has chosen prose as a medium of diffusion of “Prova”. But whoever by nature a poetic entity, he can not get rid of poeticism. As such “Prova” is not open to all.

“Prova” is an venture entirely new – a fusion between Lalon’s thought and modern scientists’ conceptions. Some know Lalon as Muslim others as Hindu. But nobody can claim that he was not a devout austere – endeavourer fused in the Creator. The author tried to render scientific explanations to Lalon’s thoughts. It would be evaluated by the scientific minded readers. However, we are to recall in mind that science has not reached to perfection yet. Computer science is merely a branch of general science. This science can throw slightest light about
the universe and other creations of Creators.

Science can not control men. Science, at best, can provide an accurate idea of vastness of the creations and power of the Creator but can play little role

Nice site you’ve got here man, I’m sure this will help a lot of people who are uncertain (or just desperate to read something while they wait for their application result) about how to proceed to applying for the scholarship.

I’m currently on an undergraduate scholarship myself, so feel free to check out my ramblings @ my own site.

Peace and good luck to everyone hoping to get a scholarship. Just remember that it could be different from what you’re expecting.

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Just would like to share.
Luck to all!

Hi

I have just checked the link Barbara provided. The site looks great and very interesting. But, I would like to know a bit more before buying that book. Is there anyone else who has bought that book and can tell his/her opinion about this book. It would help me to take decision.

Thanks to all

Hi Lars,

First off, thank you so much for taking the time and putting in all the effort into creating this guide! It is an amazing resource in the bewildering MEXT scholarship journey and is much appreciated.

I am looking into the initial stages and requirements to obtaining this research scholarship and realize a big bump in the road. You mentioned you graduated with magna cum laude. I thought I would see if you knew how critical undergraduate GPA can be in this whole process. Mine isn’t so great but I feel that my approach to school has changed a lot since my undergrad years (7 years ago) and worry that this may haunt my application. Do you know what standards are expected of you in this regard, and is your GPA the end-all be-all to even attempting this process?

Any thoughts appreciated!

Kind Regards,

Ashley