Shakil Kalam (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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SHAKIL KALAM
Poet Shakil Kalam is a root finder writer of Bangladesh. He obtained his Master’s from the University of Dhaka, he is presently working as an Additional Director at the Central Bank of Bangladesh. Mostly, he is renowned as a central banker, researcher, poet, child litterateur and translator. His poems have been translated into thirty-two foreign languages all over the world. His published books thirty-nine are the best sellers and textual books taught in many universities in Bangladesh. Awarded with Order of Shakespeare Medal 2021, Gujarat Sahitya Academy award 2021 and Global Prestigious award 2021. He is the founder of the literary group SahittyaPata. He is also the International Ambassador for the Chamber of Writers and Artists in Spain as well as a member of the International English literary journal's Advisory Board of the ENGLIT" and the "Unending Quest." He is also a member of Dhaka University Political Science and Master in Governance Studies Alumni Association
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Poem-1. A Frame
A frame hung on the east wall
There were some pictures from a long time ago
Very bright, fresh, smiling
They used to talk, laugh and play with me.
Second. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years.
Forty-five years have passed in the circle of time
The colour of the black and white pictures is also faded.
It seems it has flown away like volatile camphor.
Eyesight is getting progressively weaker;
The lenses of the glasses need to be replaced every year.
Memories are doing betray, no one's picture comes to mind.
Only memories are ruminating and leave on
Morale is getting weaker slowly.
Many of my generation have gone,
I am also a passer in the same way; everyone must have go.
Someone will tie my picture in this frame?
Or will I be tied to this frame?
Sometimes friends or familiar people will say,
He was a vagabond, an insane, a so-called poet.
Maybe someone will see the picture in full love eyes!
At some point, the frame will be thrown in a corner of the storeroom
It will stay there eternally; carelessly and negligently.
Or shall it be thrown in the roadside dustbin?
In the frenzy of modernity, in the brilliance of youth.
This is life! This is the last result of human life!
Yeh, inheritors, you see, in this frame
There is so much love, affection and compassion involved
And how much sweat, labour, investment, blessings, and dreams.
Your ancestors are hidden there
History-tradition and culture, policy, ethics,
Social and family values, ideals, laughter-crying, happiness-sadness.
Don't throw this frame away in disgust.
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Poem-1. A Frame
A frame hung on the east wall
There were some pictures from a long time ago
Very bright, fresh, smiling
They used to talk, laugh and play with me.
Second. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years.
Forty-five years have passed in the circle of time
The colour of the black and white pictures is also faded.
It seems it has flown away like volatile camphor.
Eyesight is getting progressively weaker;
The lenses of the glasses need to be replaced every year.
Memories are doing betray, no one's picture comes to mind.
Only memories are ruminating and leave on
Morale is getting weaker slowly.
Many of my generation have gone,
I am also a passer in the same way; everyone must have go.
Someone will tie my picture in this frame?
Or will I be tied to this frame?
Sometimes friends or familiar people will say,
He was a vagabond, an insane, a so-called poet.
Maybe someone will see the picture in full love eyes!
At some point, the frame will be thrown in a corner of the storeroom
It will stay there eternally; carelessly and negligently.
Or shall it be thrown in the roadside dustbin?
In the frenzy of modernity, in the brilliance of youth.
This is life! This is the last result of human life!
Yeh, inheritors, you see, in this frame
There is so much love, affection and compassion involved
And how much sweat, labour, investment, blessings, and dreams.
Your ancestors are hidden there
History-tradition and culture, policy, ethics,
Social and family values, ideals, laughter-crying, happiness-sadness.
Don't throw this frame away in disgust.
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Poem-2. Poet of My Immortal Poetry
A creative poet is accolade in the morning, in the evening and forever
He to be alive in the people's hearts through his creations,
Gets immortality in the heart of the readers
He sings the praises of humanity and Humaneness
He preaches message of humanity to people
He initiates people to get their rights
He becomes long live in the hearts of readers for thousands of years;
Creative people shine like bright stars in the sky and give light to people
Enlightens the human race
He sings the praises of humanity and peace
Even if a group of miscreants breaks the sculpture of a creative person
His thousands sculptures creating in the heart of readers
And imprintes on the human heart continuously
Fools themselves to mankind, . . . .
Abominable beast will be! Woe to the beast!
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Poem-3. On the way to the future with time
The sky where the sun rises, the sun sets
A new sun rises, dispelling the light darkness of dawn
New ideas emerge in human consciousness
Draws a vision of the future in the depths of the heart
Countless doors are opened for future decision-making
At the end of darkness comes the direction of light
A star twenty million light-years away was caught by the scientist's giant telescope
The space was decorated by the moon's light;
What a wonderful light!
In the light of the full moon; the fireflies don't burn in this city.
Suddenly the crow-clouds of the eastern corner thicken in the northern sky,
In the universe of heart and soul.
I am swing in the sway of faith and disbelief;
A whirlwind, a tide rushes at the border of thought,
To snatch my hope from my life.
What is the wonderful truth of life? Death! to survive!
Life moves forward in the future at its own pace,
Some great feats, some sweet memories and the dry existence of natural beauty are left behind.
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Poem-4. Lost Love
My heart is excited by the wonderful scenery of "Kojagari" night
In this amazing moment, I want you, only you, Hridita.
Are you lost in the blue sky!
Just tell me, where are you?
I will take you with me in the land of white fairies;
At the peak of the ice wrapped mountain;
I will build a habitat there.
You and I will float silently in the black cloud and the white cloud
You can't escape in the blue sky
You are an abstract and wonderful lady in a white and blue saree.
I have lost myself into you; in a turbulent love.
My soul is imprisoned in the "Shankhnil" prison,
I am trapped in the corners of your kohl-eyes.
( NB: 1. "Kojagari" means the full moon night, 2. "Shankhnil" means the prison of great tribulation)
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Poem-5 If You Want
If you want, I can bring you the moon hanging in the sky
If you want, I can bring you the starry sky
If you want, I can bring you hidden gems and pearls from bottom of the sea
If you want, I can bring you the rainbow of seven colors
If you want, I can paint your forehead with the redish ray of the sunrise
If you want, I can bring the sunset twilight-sky in your grip
If you want, I can bring also the milk of tigress from Sunderbans
If you want, I can take you to another planet from the globe
If you want, I can bring you a star of twenty million light-years away
If you want, I can easily become a forest hermit
If you want, I can become an abscond of spring for you
If you want, I can cross the winter fog and also go to the strangeland
If you want, I can bring all the turmeric from the mustard field for you
if you want, I can wrap you in autumn green
If you want, I become bluish bring with all the blue of the ocean
I can't give you wealth of three and a half hands' unprecious soil.....
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Poem-6 You are like a Goose
When you are gone like a goose
As like as the late autumn’s dew drops.
I can't say that word at all
I only know in a confusing voice
Intolerable pain in my heart
My deep desires melt and become liquid like ice
The golden vine still cries taking full of love into the chest
Endures the thorn's blow to count the clock of time
He cries in silence and whimpering
A streamless river dies once upon a time.
Even if one Brahmaputra dies but
Another Brahmaputra is flowing endless time
That Brahmaputra is everlasting.
Do not change your turn
You are my river. River pulls sea
The sea pulls the ocean in deep attraction --
You are mine too.
The turbulent waves, and heavy roaring of the sea
It broke and hit the chest of the sea.
What can be seen in small bubbles?
In the thoughtless sky.
On the other side of the field, the world merged at the edge.
A creative poet is accolade in the morning, in the evening and forever
He to be alive in the people's hearts through his creations,
Gets immortality in the heart of the readers
He sings the praises of humanity and Humaneness
He preaches message of humanity to people
He initiates people to get their rights
He becomes long live in the hearts of readers for thousands of years;
Creative people shine like bright stars in the sky and give light to people
Enlightens the human race
He sings the praises of humanity and peace
Even if a group of miscreants breaks the sculpture of a creative person
His thousands sculptures creating in the heart of readers
And imprintes on the human heart continuously
Fools themselves to mankind, . . . .
Abominable beast will be! Woe to the beast!
********************************************
Poem-3. On the way to the future with time
The sky where the sun rises, the sun sets
A new sun rises, dispelling the light darkness of dawn
New ideas emerge in human consciousness
Draws a vision of the future in the depths of the heart
Countless doors are opened for future decision-making
At the end of darkness comes the direction of light
A star twenty million light-years away was caught by the scientist's giant telescope
The space was decorated by the moon's light;
What a wonderful light!
In the light of the full moon; the fireflies don't burn in this city.
Suddenly the crow-clouds of the eastern corner thicken in the northern sky,
In the universe of heart and soul.
I am swing in the sway of faith and disbelief;
A whirlwind, a tide rushes at the border of thought,
To snatch my hope from my life.
What is the wonderful truth of life? Death! to survive!
Life moves forward in the future at its own pace,
Some great feats, some sweet memories and the dry existence of natural beauty are left behind.
********************************************
Poem-4. Lost Love
My heart is excited by the wonderful scenery of "Kojagari" night
In this amazing moment, I want you, only you, Hridita.
Are you lost in the blue sky!
Just tell me, where are you?
I will take you with me in the land of white fairies;
At the peak of the ice wrapped mountain;
I will build a habitat there.
You and I will float silently in the black cloud and the white cloud
You can't escape in the blue sky
You are an abstract and wonderful lady in a white and blue saree.
I have lost myself into you; in a turbulent love.
My soul is imprisoned in the "Shankhnil" prison,
I am trapped in the corners of your kohl-eyes.
( NB: 1. "Kojagari" means the full moon night, 2. "Shankhnil" means the prison of great tribulation)
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Poem-5 If You Want
If you want, I can bring you the moon hanging in the sky
If you want, I can bring you the starry sky
If you want, I can bring you hidden gems and pearls from bottom of the sea
If you want, I can bring you the rainbow of seven colors
If you want, I can paint your forehead with the redish ray of the sunrise
If you want, I can bring the sunset twilight-sky in your grip
If you want, I can bring also the milk of tigress from Sunderbans
If you want, I can take you to another planet from the globe
If you want, I can bring you a star of twenty million light-years away
If you want, I can easily become a forest hermit
If you want, I can become an abscond of spring for you
If you want, I can cross the winter fog and also go to the strangeland
If you want, I can bring all the turmeric from the mustard field for you
if you want, I can wrap you in autumn green
If you want, I become bluish bring with all the blue of the ocean
I can't give you wealth of three and a half hands' unprecious soil.....
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Poem-6 You are like a Goose
When you are gone like a goose
As like as the late autumn’s dew drops.
I can't say that word at all
I only know in a confusing voice
Intolerable pain in my heart
My deep desires melt and become liquid like ice
The golden vine still cries taking full of love into the chest
Endures the thorn's blow to count the clock of time
He cries in silence and whimpering
A streamless river dies once upon a time.
Even if one Brahmaputra dies but
Another Brahmaputra is flowing endless time
That Brahmaputra is everlasting.
Do not change your turn
You are my river. River pulls sea
The sea pulls the ocean in deep attraction --
You are mine too.
The turbulent waves, and heavy roaring of the sea
It broke and hit the chest of the sea.
What can be seen in small bubbles?
In the thoughtless sky.
On the other side of the field, the world merged at the edge.
Prepared Angela Kosta
