Sabyasachi Nazrul (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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POEMS BY SABYASACHI NAZRUL - BANGLADESH
Sabyasachi Nazrul is a Bilingual Global Poet, Motivational Author, Rhymer, Translator, Columnist, Presenter, World Peace Ambassador, Global Peacemaker Doctorate, World Symbols of Peace & many awards wining writer, Associate Member of the University of Ethics. He is The Ambassador of IFCH and Others 7 International literary Association. His works are translated into 44 International languages and Published in National Newspapers, Magazine’s of Bangladesh. And also published in various International Anthology, literary Journals, Magazine’s of 62 countries. He has 21 joint poetry books and 2 own poetry books one is manuscripts award winning ” Eakti Tarjonir Isara ” another is ” Swapno Uran ” and editing a literary Magazine named kittinasar kirtti. He is the Sub-editor and literary Editor of The Daily Global Nation International Independent Newspaper, Bangladesh.
BLOODY DESERT!
Rivers of blood flow…
Dead bodies on top of dead bodies in Gaza,
Dead body are all around!
A pile of corpses piled up.
There is no place to keep the body!
Graveyards are also full
There is no place for burial?
Where are so many coffins?
Where are so many nails to stick in the coffin?
Coffin Mysterio is also dead under the rubble.
Where are so many shroud?
The tailor who weaves the cloth of the shroud
is also dead under the rubble!
There is no more space in the hospital;
Doctors and nurses are also in the procession of the dead.
Medical equipment is also in short supply, almost finished!
Medicinal food bandage cloth almost finished!
They’re also bombing in hospitals.
Journalists are also in the procession of the death!
The procession of the martyrs of Jannat is only getting longer.
In Gaza, there is no shroud in Palestine!
There is no tailor for the shroud!
There is no money to buy shrouds and coffins!
O Arabs, sit comfortably in the warmth to eating
Gandhi Pindi, Camel head, Dumbar roast swallowed with great pleasure.
Khasir Roast, Kofta, Rezala, Steamed, Pahari bahari chicken roast without eating, you throw!
Take a look at us..
Look at Gaza, Palestine!
No food, no water, no dry bread, no light,
There is no baby food left,
There is nothing around.
There is no response from the people or any living being.
Only bruises all around the bloodsucking vampire’s bullets, Israeli bombings;
They are shooting like rain from the sky.
Gaza is like a wasteland.
The Arabs will not wake up Lord to protect your holy land!
The Muslim world is also sleeping and dying.
Lord, send for your band of ababils
In defense of the Gazans, in defense of the Palestinians,
In defense of Al-Aqsa Mosque.
Where is the peace?
There is no peace anywhere?
This is the Time to woke up humanity…
Prepared Angela Kosta writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
