O battle-weary scoundrel
O hot-headed flippant,
Deception is full of your intentions
When the veneer of justice and revolution falls away...
...
Oh candle, oh melting candle,
I am an ancient shaman.
From the bison-cave-forest's edge,
...
I have come to this digital world by walking from the middle Ages.
My body still smells of mangrove forests and canal mud.
I have come to Dhaka, a huge city in the world full of tradition.
...
Razu Ahmed Mamun, a poet and a journalist, was born in the southern district of Barguna, Bangladesh, in a seashore village of Lalupara on Jan 1,1974. Razu is currently working as the Editor, Weekly Dhaboman, and an online news portal, dhakareport24.com.)
To An Unseen Star
.
You
like a window
a piece of sky
far away
a rhythm of pain
you
as an ecstasy of a poet
and pain and peace and pain
you
not a star outside the window
but a star of unseen sky.
by Razu Ahmed Mamun