Sabyasachi Nazrul (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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SABYASACHI NAZRUL - BANGLADESH
The International Best Poet Prize Winner Poet Sabyasachi Nazrul is born on 5 May 1988 in Shariatpur district of Bangladesh to an aristocratic Muslim family. He is a Medical Technologist (MTSIT). He was fond of literature and started writing Poems, Rhymes, Stories when 10 years age. He has 22 Joint Poetry books and two own Poetry books one is ' Swapna Uran ' another is manuscripts award winning ' Eakti Tarjonir Isara ' and editing a literary magazine named ' kirtinashar kirti '. He has received many awards. His works have been published in National newspapers, magazines, Anthologies of Bangladesh and also published in various International Newspapers, literary Journals, Magazines, Anthologies in 62 Countries. His works have been translated into 44 International language. Now a days he known as Contemporary Bilingual Global Poet, Motivational Author, Rhymer, Columnist, Presenter. He is the Associate Member of the University of Ethics, President of a Govt Primary School, Founder President Dream Foundation International literature and Cultural Parishad, Ambassador of The IFCH, ICSA, CGA and more than 7 International Cultural and literary Association. He is the Sub-editor and literary editor of the Daily Global Nation Independent International Newspaper. He is the President of the Masura Government Primary School(Naria,Shariatpur), Ex, Bangladesh co-ordinators- Bangabandhu Foundation, USA. Founder & president: Dream Foundation International Sahitya Parishad, He is the life Member of Nattotrittho. Ex,co-secretary:BHAA, Bangladesh. Ex,founding general secretary: BHAA(Shariatpur). Ex,vice-president:BHAA(Dhaka Divisional parishad). Ex,monitor-dhaka IHT, 61th batch. Ex, TLCA(FTLCP), Ex,general secretary: SIWAB(Dhaka Mohanagar). Ex,co-secretary: International manobadikar protista & bastobayon songsta. Ex,member- safe road dimand(Shariatpur).
Published Book: Swapno Uran(2018), Manuscripts award wining Eakti Tarjonir Ishara(2019) and 22 joint poetry books.
Awards & Honors : International Best Poet Prize Winner (China, 2023), Mitali Multimedia Best Actors(2017), Model Media Acting Award(2018), BKS Best Poet (2016-17), Mouchak Sahitya Parishad Best Poet(2017), Jugerbartta Best 10 Storyteller Award (2017-18), Bangladesh Kobi Sova Writers Honors (2018), Asma Begum Faundation Honors (2020), The One Honors, Amader gaan Kabita & Golpo-Kotha Best poet and convener honors(2018), Gangchil Honors , Muslim Sahitya Parishad Honors (2019), and 200 plus presenters, Poetry Certificates of Honours from the Many Others Countries International Poetry, Literary and Humanitarian Association.
He think working for poetry, literature and culture has no borders. Let's poetry wins lets poets are wins.
ONE WORLD ONE VILLAGE
Warlords and war zones have taken over all the land
Which enters our heart body mind
The soul is covered with heavy weapons ammunition
Even if you want to go out no more!
Missiles, artillery fire, bombardment defeat even animals,
Newborn babies, men and women screaming at Al Shefa Hospital
The sky, the wind is heavy
Women, children, old people's desire to live, crying all over the place!
The hospital also has no medical equipment
Piles of corpses on the floor, on the balcony, in
the corridors, mountains of corpses in the
bloody wasteland.
No more just war, war, peace;
There is no more food, clothing, medical accommodation
Humanity is blinded by brutality, the conscience of the world is blinded.
Rape of girls, children and women is against the law of war
Brutality at any weapon?
Nationalism cannot yield to brute brute force,
The indiscriminate killing of people cannot continue.
Do you remember the massacre of Dhaka?
Remember the massacres of Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Pearl Harbor, Auschwitz,
Remember World War I, World War II, the world was on the way to destruction.
Standing on the brink of World War III, we are on the path to destruction...
War, war, war; There is no peace anywhere!
Intractable ethnic divisions and divided regions are only increasing
Look at Gaza, Israel, Ukraine, Syria, Lebanon, Kashmir, Arakan
Where to bandage the bloody wound?
A piece of land, crying for peace...
There may still be a little time for peace
In bloody treachery, common sense awkward history,
Humanity is on the path of destruction today.
As a group of ferocious hyenas approaches the door, the women are helpless,
I remember the war in Bangladesh;
In Vietnam, naked women lay like corpses
Horroz confessed to being gang-raped by soldiers in a military bunker.
Those days of cruelty and cowardice, remember the gas chambers,
Hundreds of newborns, immature babies have been sucked into the mother's womb!
Yes yes every tenderness in Gaza is now a target of lust and violence
O Arabs, wake up, people of the world, wake up. get up..
Stop the indiscriminate genocide, stop it, stop it before the total extinction---
O brokers of power, warlords of the world, listen.
You too are on the brink of destruction;
Rivers of blood, heaps of dismembered bodies, mountains of corpses,
I can't breathe in the toxicity of bombardment!
Stop this destruction before it's all over..
Come decorate "One World One Village" before the endless night!
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...
The death of feeling
Sabyasachi Nazrul
Quiet senseless bluish blue beach
There is a human child
After the dull frozen!
She is wearing blue shorts and a red shirt.
There’s face down, there’s has no food,
Whose baby is that?
Lifeless body wearing blue socks red shoes,
Ah! It’s like a blooming rose.
Wavy water into the yard of witty sand
The conversation is going on silently,
Slow day in the bloodstream is saying restless bloody soul.
Listen! People of the barbaric world...
You can't be cruel, heretical, civilised!
My mother-father-brother-sister was killed by bullets.
I pierced my young body with bullets,
Look! The sea has not swallowed me
Returned to the shore..
He is an imperialist, capitalist, bandit, vampire monster.
You are throwing your countrymen into a sea
Without Clause, at the gates of death.
STOP THE WAR
Missiles, the body of my mother brother sister wounded by the bullets,
He has fallen in the lap of death.
They are lying frozen in the streets!
I am crying, my father is also crying profusely.
My father took me in his arms,
Digbhidik is running like crazy
Looking for safe shelter.
There are hundreds of hundreds of corpse in the drains, sewerages, ha ha kar all around.
Thousands of millions of lifes want to live!
I am thirsty for water, father running out me,running fast,
But there is not a drop of water anywhere.
No where is there so much food
Helpless groaning father.
Decorated cities, our homes, garden, my books, toys have been reduced rubble.
Choudik is engulfed in the dusty wash,
Trembling all around with the blows of mortal bullets.
Night and day there is no light anywhere,
The darkness is the darkness.
Water, electricity, gas, TV and telephone stations are on the verge of destruction.
Roads, rivers of blood flow in the sewerage line.
My raw mind says,
I do not want war!
I want peace, peace and peace.
THE RAIN
Oh girl..
Wake up in your mind
How do you run to the rain in roaring of the clouds?
Raise your hand to touch of the sounds of rainy waves
You are in luxury of rain in the secret abode of mind
You are wet with water lilies..
Sweets soft water drops raining on tip of grass!
You come out wet in rain with loves in love.
Fear is not fearless doubts are wet
You are fearless today.
Wet by drops of rain water is luxurious water.
Your skeleton is closed and you think how is it today?
Come to get the pleasure of rain,
The girls are dancing joyfully in rain.
And you lets me get wet in rain today
flower of love is in bees honey.
Oh girl..
The rain drops in the tip of grasses
waiting for kisses in the lips of roses
Just you and me..
Prepared Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter
