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Legendary Poetry:>Syed Ali Ahsan

Syed Ali Ahsan (1922-2002) My East Bengal My East Bengal appears to me the charming but sweet arbour of a huge mangosteen leaves that spread dark cluster on the rise of the dusk like the fathomless lake, like dark hairs of the clustered clouds and peace that fascinates anguish. My East Bengal rains sweet love that touch the heart of moistened azure sky and entwines golden creeper around mangosteen as if hairs are kept dishevelled looking on to the sky with endless thoughts comfortably gladden moment when many a cloudy feathers overwhelm the sun, then insensitive smells of heaps of paddies, mud and water seem to be bewildering; here sufferings of parting sweet heart anxiously waiting with eternal fear, hope, and disappointment towards journey of love for groom's alien palace, love tryst, three leaves and a branch of Kodombo tree bows down to kiss the land and there are many other trees, plants, creepers with those blue, yellow, violet, purple or white flowers flood- there are innumerable flowers as if dozing in their own way in peace, sleepily there lay black hairs like the eyes of the crow immersing feet as if a red lotus touches the heart of the body itself like the azure sky: You are my East Bengal- the body of an accomplished gladness of sweet mangosteen arbour.
Readers' Comments :

comment : 1
When I read the poem, I feel like my East Bangla takes 
the shape of my mother and I'm sleeping in her lap. -Md 
Nazmul Haque (Lecturer in English )

comment : 2
very nice work. -Mahfuz vai

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