Shamim Azad

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Shamim Azad (Bengali: শামীম আজাদ) is a British bilingual poet, storyteller and writer of Bangladeshi origin. Background and Education Shamim Azad was born in Mymensingh, Dhaka, Bangladesh, (the town where her father worked), her hometown was Sylhet. She passed her Metric from Jamalpur Girls High School in 1967 and passed her Intermediate from Tangail Kumudini College in 1969. She enrolled in Dhaka University and gained an Honours degree in 1972 and a Masters degree in 1973. In 1990, Azad came to London. and currently resides in Ilford. Career Azad’s work ranges from Bangladeshi to European folktales. Her performance fuses the lines between education and entertainment and her workshops are rooted in Asian folk, oral traditions and heritage. Azad has published books including novels, collections of short stories, essays and poems in both English and Bangla and has been included in various anthologies including British South Asian Poetry, My Birth Was Not In Vain, Velocity, Emlit Project and Mother Tongues. She wrote two plays for Half Moon Theatre. She has performed at venues including the Museum of London, Cambridge Water Stone, Liberty Radio, Battersea Arts Centre, Lauderdale House, the Commonwealth Institute, British Library, British Council of Bangladesh, Takshila in Pakistan and New York. She is a trustee of charity One World Action, a school Governor and Chairperson of Bishwa Sahitya Kendra (World Literature Centre) London. Awards Azad received the BangladeshBichitra Award in 1994, Year of the Artist 2000 Award from London Arts, Sonjojon- A Rouf Award 2004 and UK Civic Award in 2004.Kingdom.)

The Best Poem Of Shamim Azad

By Walking Towards The Tired Road Of The Earth

My taste of laugh ended to the nearest
Available turns of rivers of myths
Tearing apart the blanket of mist
Of the jealous woods.
I startled and tripped
On Autumn Crocus of Anguish.
There I went-
In there
My crushed soul went
But no new tears of surprise dropped
Over my freshly grown Viyella of hope.
Walking by the fatigued road of the Earth
Thought-dust covered
My thin shaky hanged arms.
Quiet marks of sleepless nights
Got filled with cups of opium
Transforming my mental ceramics
Into a sparkly tinsel stream.
Brushing past through the passive grass
My breath was coming back
To inhale the lovely smell
Lurking out of my newly wedded book
Restoring complete insanity
To acquire the evaporated
taste of this enduring journey again.

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