Sultan Mahmud. He was born on July 3,1986 in Charatra union of Naria upazila in Shariatpur district. Father A. Latif, retired government official. Mother Shahida Begum is a government employee. Wife Mahfuza Mausumi, studying MBA. He spent his childhood and adolescence in Charjujira and Saheb's Char village of Kedarpur Union. The author's house has been the victim of catastrophic erosion of the Padma three times in total. At present his house is in Lonsing village of Naria municipality.He did SSC from Naria BL High School in 2003, HSC from Shariatpur Government College in 2005, an Honors in Management from the same college and Masters from Government Poet Nazrul College. He later obtained a certificate course in English from Shariatpur College and a master's degree in English literature from Government Nazimuddin College.He is currently studying law at Madaripur Law College. Recently I have done a course on pure language from Avrtti Academy, an organization of Dhaka University. In my personal life I am a government employee. There are 7 books written by him which have been published in different book fairs. The following is a list of books - 1. Bonaful (selection publication) 2. Red rose in the river of blood (book) 3. Barfakumari (Babui Prakashani) (short story) ,4. Laughter in a sea of? ? tears (book) 5. Silent Shravan (Babui) (Book of Poetry) 6. Tapu in the land of the moon (Intamin publication) (novel) 7. The future of cats (short story) and 8. Naria B.L Uchha Biddaloy(novel) .
He is regular poet of renowned blog www.banglakobita.com, poemhunter, poemist. He has got `Pen Bangladesh literary Award 2021' for short story.
contact: mail: sultanmahmudpoet@gmail.com
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o unborn guest-
i congeal all of my love for you
My passion, hidden desire
find thou.
...
O Lord
I found you
In temples, mosques, churches, pagodas
The Bible, the Tripitaka, the pages of the Qur'an.
...
o flower don't blossome,
make me charam, any smile
your beauty, your shine
will lost apeall, then in vein.
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O bird don't pride over your beauty
you know all that gilter's is not gold.
yah in fornt of our eye's you are so cuty
you may crips well many things can hold.
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Oh winter don't come here
throuh i know you are so
fair!
you are so sweet like
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