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30 Days of Poetry. – ppt download

Day 1: Concrete Poetry Example Concrete Poetry is the use of words and their physical formation to convey meaning. This may be done with color, the shape of letters, and/or the arrangement of words. Directions: Graphically create a scene using only words. From a distance this will look like a picture, but up close it will consist only of words and phrases. Not extra lines or shapes should be used. A light pencil line might be drawn first as a guide. Use colors, shapes, and sizes that will enhance the meaning of words. *An alternative is to use the letter of the alphabet and create a phrase in which most of the words begin with that letter. The major letter should be drawn so that it suggests the object you are describing. Example

Source: 30 Days of Poetry. – ppt download

বুদ্ধি গেছে ছড়িয়ে

বুদ্ধি যখন ছড়িয়ে পড়ে
ভাঙ্গবে তুমি কয়টা?
রাজপথে তুমি আসতে পারো
থামাবে তুমি কয়টা?
রক্ত দিয়ে দেশটা যখন আলপনা আঁকে সারা দেহে
তোমার ঐ খুনের ভয়ে থমকে যাবে কয়টা?

সাহস যখন কড়া নাড়ে
মায়ের বুকটা যখন ফাঁকা করে
নিজের সুখের বাসর ঘরে বাস করেছো নিত্যদিন।
সবকিছুকে গুজব বলে হাসছো তুমি প্রতিদিন।

যেনে রাখো হে নিকৃষ্ট,
বুদ্ধি গেছে ছড়িয়ে,
বিবেক গেছে বেড়ে,
রক্ত হয়েছে গরম।
তোমার সৈন্য নিয়ে তৈরি থাকো তোমার দূর্গে।
আসছে আরো কোটি জনতা।


Drowning to the Death


Drip. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drip.
Shame. Shame. Shame.

Drowning ma’heart.                                                                                                          Whispering bird.
Drowning one by one.

Drowning ma’fard                                                                                                             Whispering card.                                                                                                                                    Drowning every color.

Drowning my limbs,
From the head to the ribs.
Whispering wind
To my ear.
Then go deeper
And more deeper
Caught in the stream.
Breathe goes away
Says, adiós para siempre, adiós.
And I die.
And goes away.
Loved my life.
Still I die.

And goes away..


Plant A Corpse (Poem)

You plants the corpse behind your house,

In the garden full of lavender.

You think nobody can smell the rotten skin and flesh.
Even if, by mistaken, your doggy dig it up with it’s nails.

You plants the corpse behind your house,
In the garden as a bed of plants.
You think that will make people mistaken as you plants many trees,
perhaps some beautiful flowers.

Please let me know, Does the tree grow up?
Does the flower bloom with beautiful colours?

Oh baby, you just plant me there
And never can forget ever.

I don’t blame you.
May be happy a little bit, as I always the opposite you.

Beside forgetting me,

you choose to suffer.

You suffer and remember me in your mind whole the time.

Oh baby, You kill me with a little knife.

Oh baby, I suffer for a while.

Oh baby, but You choose to suffer for a long, long time

besides forgetting me….

– Me.

Inspired by Eliot’s The Waste Land -“That corpse you planted last year in your garden “

A Dead Person

It was only a dream

And you left me eventually in the end.

It was only an illusion

And you cracked my mind in a way like fragile land.

It was only an imagination

And you scattered my limbs hither and thither.

It was only a memory

And you make me forget my existence.

It was my life

For which, I, now mourn everyday,

Cry like crazy without express any mournful expression.

It was my life

And I loose my control over it with each day passing, lost my passion.

It was my life

For which, I spent my values to make it perfect

And now, without you,

I am nothing

But a dead person.


The Winter Heart

I still never see the raindrops fall from the cold eyes.

I have never seen the ocean flow in the winter heart

Always the hard mind struggles with flurry wind

As I assume and hope for heart as kind,

And Something good will happen in the heart of them in the end.

Always I try to open my eyes to look behind the lids of white.

The blankness there, reminds the whole dissemble, hiding the truth of emotion,

Where always try to find the tenderness in the heart of cone.

My heart is in moan.

-Sajia. ☺

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