(Grateful to poet C. T. Heart, my friend)
Life is dead shell
Rotten and spreading bad smell
...
[Dedicated to respected poet Sandra Fowler]
Stormy time stirring
Rainy breeze hiking
...
Laughing demons were deep blue
Sky was frightened on the skyward
Scorching sunbeam marched on
...
(Dedicated to neat poet Catrina Heart)
1. Summer dragon runs
Upon the plant and animal
...
When the kites fly in the sky
Like lovely tall ladies
A dark cloud extends
To the north-west horizon
...
Grilled roasted or smoked chicken
Desire or money— which is more significant
Isn't important— if demand is sought
Putting food on tongue in imagination
...
1. Singing rain dancing
Mosquito’s birthday ceremony
Raining pleasure breeding
...
Tongue to vanish earnings
Eye to store memory
Money to craft demand
Friend to spend emotion
...
1.0 Alone
Alone and alone – you are alone
We are with you – you are alone
...
Listen to the tune of rain
Rain on foliage is merry
Merry also dancing heart
Heart is breezy with soul
...
A street boy died days gone by
No newspaper found interested
Died as a person, a yellow leaf
Prefixed death of a living being
...
In a crowded lunch, a wireless chat took place
From soil to sky with a cozy crystal-soul.
A long emotional table
...
Desire came and hugged
Dream called and kissed
Appetite detained me and
Kicked— on the rend life
...
1. PC mouse key-board
Online virtual world peeps
Cyber placid hub
...
Moon lit evening— walking alone
River side road— proof of creation
Swiftly a rickshaw passed over me
...
Love poetry from the core of heart and feel thirsty while enjoy nature. Born at Kishoreganj, Bangladesh on August 16 1958. From Dec 1981 to Jan 1983 served a consulting firm in Dhaka as the Junior Agricultural Analyst in Dhaka. From Jan 1983 to Jan 1986 worked with the Bangladesh Agricultural Development Corporation as Assistant Director at Gazipur. From Jan 1986 joined Bangladesh Civil Service Cadre and now serving as the Deputy Secretary to the Government. Education: BSc Hons in Agricultural Economics from Bangladesh Agricultural University, Mymensingh (1979) . Master of Social Science in Economics from National University, Gazipur (2001) . MBA in Marketing from World University of Bangladesh, Dhaka (2005) . Now working with Occupational Mobility of the Female Garment Workers to fulfill the PhD degree under the Department of Government and Politics at Jahangirnagar University, Savar, Dhaka. Love to write poems and haiku in English and Bangla as well as interested in translating poems and haiku.)
[03] Life
(Grateful to poet C. T. Heart, my friend)
Life is dead shell
Rotten and spreading bad smell
Who will take that
Flickering lantern of winter night
Put out in the dark
Even then remorse wakes up
Always lifeless
But stone is still valuable
Alive over ages
Life is glittering rain particle
Gradually driven
At last into soil
Poem 10
Book 'Affluent Love- The Silent Killer' February 2012
Copyright Writer
Adarsha Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 978-984-8875-33-9
'death will come when it will come, lasting out the days is what' Shakepeare's Julius Caesar Cassius before the battle, for some the anticipation often kills them before death, Hideggar, was beset by death, his politics abominable, my friend, you treat the subject with a profound and stoic approach which is much to be admired 10
Dear Poet Ashraful, It is a pleasure to comment on your poems! The haikus are especially attractive to me, and yours now catch my eyes and heart! Thank you for allowing me to start my day poetically! Kind regards from Brazil, Sílvia Oliveira
A great poet of today. His poetic writings were painted with great imagery and meaningful themes...thought provoking verses show his caliber in insightful jobs. Going through his master pieces surely you will enjoy the moment of reading...
very nice poems to read, the clouds are the sole of earth. and love the sole of life. Rasheed
Many thanks, dear Ashraful, I am glad that you have returned... Good luck in all, Tsira
A great poet! His poetry conveys both meaning, depth and an excellent command of the language. Humble and sensitive, his poetry oozes respect for the human being.
Ashraful Musaddeq, one of favourites, by me of poets. Why do I like him? Mainly, because of writing excellent, of no small importance. Workshop it being interested in a topic, excellent, aesthetics, these are only a few elements which I am listing. It is of them more. I am encouraging everyone, to reading works of this poet. Because it is poetry, created by the unusually sensitive man, for which other are not alien. No problems aren't emotions and feelings, i.e. human emotions are not alien to him. In writing, not only poetry, it is essential. Willingly I always come back, to read our friend. More willingly, I will still see, new works, which certainly will be shortlisted my favourite. I am greeting the Author, wishing all the best, in it, of inspiration, and Divine Graces. Greetings. Maria Barbara Korynt
I am just a Lilliputian before this Master. Can I judge him at all? -- but nay, I have that respect for him so I wish to say a few words-- A poet, par excellence! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! do I need to say anything more? His poems are so full of depth and meaning. The haikus are so beautiful specially that Candy Verses. Those needles of rain stung meeeeeeeee. GOD BLESS YOU ANJALI
colourful wings of poetry