I think that my Poem is one kind of Equation for me to know myself. I write only for myself.No matter if someone likes My poem or not.I am like a bird of song who sings for itself and it would not any matter for him if someone like his song or not.I am a poem loving person. My patience is to write and I want to write lifelong. To think something in various ways, asking it in various ways is my job. After these long times, I got one reason that which I say is my thinking and it influences to other.
A painter express himself with color but a poet with words.To selecting words is the expression of poet's taste.
To me, Poem is my personal way to conversation to me.I love to talk to me. I know there are two kinds of poet. One is living poet another is robotic poet. Living poet does not write always but a robotic poet does.
Sometime too many days pass away but a single line can't be possible to write it is called the time of famine to a poet.
Since 1992, I had been started to write and onwards.
I had born in a garden of tea. Surrounding my home there was only green and green. It is Sreemangal a small town in Sylhet division of Bangladesh.
It is a picturesque hilly area covered with tea estates, lemon groves and pineapple gardens. Miles after miles, there is a bird of green keeps its feather spread. The Lawachara Rain Forest, the Madhabkunda Waterfall, the Hakaluki Haor, the Rema-Kalenga Forest and the Shatchari Forest make me a poem loving person and I started to write poetry.
I was my journalist parents 2nd child. My father's name is M.A.Matin. We are living in COURT ROAD Next to Upozila Complex, An important and busy street of SREEMANGAL.I have 02 Brother by named Mahmud and Mohshin and 02 sister as well. My wife is Nusrat.
My father also a poet.He also wrote so many poems.
I have been completed my masters graduation in Sreemangal and Dhaka. I am an employee of USAID operated health program smiling Sun under Surjer Hashi Network SHN. Where I was a finance and administrative manager and recently served as a manager. I have a little princes ‘Roudiya' who is My beloved daughter.
On her smiling face I always find new and elegant words for writing poem.That's me...Kayes.
Rose hast to dry into beloved sight
No shade shakes head like "yes"
No butterfly bitterly brings last lament
From farway farewell,
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Where to find me
I am here, not neighbor
Not inhabitant no need to break
Thebarbed wire fence
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In a rainy day,
She came with a hazy eye crossing the sea
And breaking the silence
And this heart start whistling.
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The known face itself
Doesn't know to me, I too; Ks,
I broke into my town from
Arabian nights and no bird
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I, an endless lonely;
Walking along to the last breath
That you left here, Ks;
You left nor touch, nor feelings
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