Poetry from Mahbub Alam

South Asian man with a gray suit and a white collared shirt and a green and black tie. He has glasses and short black hair.
Mahbub Alam

For the Bird of Peace

Some parts are jerking in earthquake
Some hearts are trembling in fire and fighting
The queue of death getting larger
We, the commoners affected too much
The souls cry in desert
The unstopped rain pouring on the soil in red
Only a touch of love can dispel
The dried, pathetic or hectic sight of face
Where is the bird of peace?
Oh bird, come so fast flapping on the eyes
And make us all joy.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh

The Relics

The kite of love flying in the sky
Rotating from time to time on and on
You and I come out and visit the scene
Once they made The World of Love – still alive
Hundreds and thousands of men, women or children
Watch the relics and remember the shrine adding the wedding room
Built in 600-700 century called Gokul Medh at Bogura Zilla
The relics is open to all brightening the archaeological value
The tune of love suddenly focuses
The Basor Ghor ( The Wedding Room) of Behula – Lakhindor
The image you can draw at your own frontier.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh

2 thoughts on “Poetry from Mahbub Alam

  1. ‘For the Bird of Peace’ is a great poem. Unfortunately, it’s always the ‘commoners’ who are mostly affected by the tragic consequences of decisions made by the powerful.

  2. I really like the Relics poem. I looked up Ghokul Medh and the Basor Ghor of Behula. I wonder how many poems have been written about them? I hope one day there is an international collection of poems about the sites – maybe even with poems from different centuries.

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