Jahir Hasan
Jahir Hasan Poems
I climb up the ladder
leaning against the yellow tree in me.
I see people are enjoying theater in my world
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ARRIVING AT THE HILL TO SING A SONG
when Iarrived at the hill
I saw myself singing a song
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I get down into the wine-glass of mine
Get down into the sea taking it quite deep
I see and I stare
See myself sitting on a table
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that is a child's grave
he is refusing to accept the system of graves
he is trying to come out
to play, towards this world
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the magician, from within the ear, shall
conjure an elephant, so i await
white rice on the plate
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unknown station. fog filled.
road desolate.
the train-driver is old, he
can't even find
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lightning streak, as if a woman, such tenderness one feels
the cloud is the grave
still that grave crumples, drizzles!
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in my mind a beam-balance hangs
all my cares, all weight I place there
a park there
a rivulet
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tidbit poem
from deep within my wallet, many a day later
money-receipt of quantum foundation, blood red,
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After the rain -
I've got to conduct a rehearsal
I've asked
A pair of hanged drops on a string
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When the duskcomesdown
I approach myself toward the pomegranate tree
Mingle me in the profound darkness of past
Because I wishedto be a tail of this darkness
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My aunt's daughter, you are having bath and are washing cloths in the bathroom
What the hell you are reading in the room dawn to dusk
My aunt's daughter, keeping jesmines in your palm and smelling
You are caressing the kid fisking around the pigeon-hole
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I keep asking to my wife, mother and Parul weren'tI a train's driver
I notice their replies are almost negative
I let them make it clear that I were there
They have a clear idea on my affairs rather than me So I acknowledge them with great due respect
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I couldn't make myself understand why Nafi.
I'm waiting in a tea stall without having a cup of tea.
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The Shalik belongs to none
I offer them rice and grains. They don't look
pretty enough if they don't keep flying
I chide them.
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Those who are ostracized with the smell of grass
Come under my feathers
Sitting on the paddy husk
Sunbeams saying,
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that-house, I take a picture
then I enter it.
its resident beast emerges.
I set ablaze the house.
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when i lean
toward you
and when
i don't
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Jahir Hasan Biography
Jahir Hasan was born in 1969 in the village of Paikdia, Jessore, at his grandfather's home. He grew up in Kaligonj, Jhenaidah district, with his parents. In the 1990s, he pursued higher education at the University of Dhaka, specializing in Chemistry. Despite his scientific studies, he continued to write and emerged as a prominent poet of the 1990s in Bangladesh. Hasan has a deep love for theology, poetry, painting, and philosophy. He has 13 poetry books. He is also a translator and prose writer. He is renowned for his paintings.Jahir Hasan is a multifaceted artist from Bangladesh known for his profound contributions to poetry and painting. Emerging in the 1990s, Hasan's poetry reflects a deep connection with nature, exploring themes of love, absurdity, and the intricacies of human experience. His unique voice captures the nuances of everyday life, imbuing his verses with a sense of intimacy and universal resonance. In addition to his poetic endeavors, Hasan is also recognized for his visual art, where he employs vibrant colors and intricate forms to convey emotions and narratives. His paintings often complement his literary work, creating a harmonious dialogue between words and images. This duality enriches his artistic expression, allowing him to engage with diverse audiences through both mediums. Hasan's commitment to his craft is evident in his extensive body of work, which includes numerous poetry collections and visual art exhibitions. His ability to intertwine poetic imagery with visual elements makes him a distinctive figure in contemporary Bangladeshi art and literature. Through his artistic pursuits, Jahir Hasan continues to inspire and evoke contemplation, celebrating the beauty and complexity of life in all its forms.)
The Best Poem Of Jahir Hasan
Absence
I climb up the ladder
leaning against the yellow tree in me.
I see people are enjoying theater in my world
asking,
Where is Beckett?
Godot has Come.
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Jahir Hasan Quotes
I see people are enjoying theater in my world asking, Where is Becket? Godot has Come.
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