Sayeed Abubakar Poems
- Forget Me Not Forget me not, Forget not me. Forget day ...
- A Tragedy I have forgotten her face once I loved. I have ...
- Bangabandhu How many poems you have written, o Tagore! How ...
- Only Few Drops Of Your Blood Two deaths of my sister and ...
- A Caged Bird I am like a caged bird that doesn't ever get ...
- A Strange Boy An innocent boy leaving the lap of mom opened ...
- A Love Poem
Sayeed Abubakar, a contemporary poet of Bangladesh, is regarded as the major poet of the 90th decade. He was born on September 21,1972 at Rambhodrapur, Panjia under Keshabpur upazila of Jessore district, Bangladesh. His father was Nur Mohammad Biswas, a renowned social worker and mother was Amena Khatun, a devoted homemaker.
Sayeed Abubakar started writing poems at a very early age. He was then only 11. Many of those poems were published in the local newspapers such as `The Daily Sphulingo' and `The Daily Ranar'. In those days he used to compose 60-70 poems every day, for he was determined to defeat Rabindranath Tagore by the number of poems. Reason is ... more »
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There is no Jesus moreTaken from the poem 'The Savior' belonging to ''Bongate Basati' (a collection of Bengali poems)
who will absorb
all your sins in his cross.
There is no Gautama more
who will play the flute of wisdom
sitting under the shade
Birds have no country,Taken from the poem 'Country' belonging to his book 'Julekhar Shes Jal'
Fishes no country.
Rivers count no Army, no Border.
Showing thumbs to all raising guns and mighty kings,
the rivers move running, tearing a...
You say, 'I love the rain.'Taken from the poem 'Hypocrisy' belonging to his book 'Tumi Bolo Tumi Bristi Valobaso'.
But when it starts raining, you raise
your umbrella over your head.
You say, 'I love the Sun.'
But when it spreads its rays, you start ...
An innocent boy leaving the lap of momTaken from the poem 'A Strange Boy' belonging to his book 'Pranoyer Prathom Pap'.
opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world,
and asked in a depressed voice, 'Where have I come? '
I told him the name of the earth. ...
When people detest war and death- Poem of Hatred (taken from Sayeed Abubakar's famous book 'Jukekhar Shes Jal')
like a dead rotten rat that spreads intolerable bad smell
which way a mad dog detests water for its hydrophobia, -
that habitation then can be cal...
Forget Me Not
Forget me not,
Forget not me.
Forget day hot,
Keep night with thee.
I will touch you
In thought, in dream.
My love soft dew,
Forget me not,
I won't too you.
You my sweet thought
green, calm, soft, new.