Rezauddin Stalin - 3 Poems

Yan, My Dream City

Yan is that magnificent city,

I haven’t visited yet.

The Wall of Great China guards the history,

And the green ducks nestle in the shade of the tradition of the Yan.

The Orange maidens hang around the neck of the tree,

And the pomegranate ruptures and disperses as stars

in the vast blue of the lake,

Tempt me the dream of a mysterious museum of the Huang dynasty.

The sound of horse hooves break the silence of midnight,

The wind makes pace in a motion of dance of the mythical celestial nymph.

Fish fly in the midst of the Yellow River of poetry.

And riding on their wings,

One day I will arrive at the Lion Gate of the wonder city.

By Rezauddin Stalin

THE BLOODY MOON

The day vanished at the sunset

Gradually, the city became a slave of electricity

Though it appears like day, darkness shrouds the entire sky

And the white teeth of stars are scattered

Like diamonds.

Mouth and teeth became bloody

The moon became tainted with bloody red

The trap of vampire hides within the cave of the flat.

Every day, people, being trapped, are losing everything

Everyone follows the pidepiper of Hamilon.

No one knows where to go, like the puzzle of “Minotaur”

Men, like lambs, are tied up in the barns of the witches

As men turned into lambs, mice into owls

The main source of income becomes the selling of humanity

Once you sell humanity, you can achieve everything

A festive bloody party is now going on in the empire of

vampires.

The most precious fairy tales are burnt into ashes by the

fire of festivitiess.

A gambling game will decide who is the fittest.

What difference does it make if the sun sets and night

comes?

One has to survive in the darkness, fighting

And being bewildered.

Rezauddin Stalin

THE BEGINNING

My time is split like a cow’s hoof

the moments are chapped like the dark feet of the farmer

My birth does not refer to a time

and the events are not chained by the moment.

When nothing is happening in the world

is time than static like a question mark

Do I want to recognize time only from fear of death?

To a paleontologist a thousand years is nothing

to a philosopher, a century is a triviality

to an astronomer, a hundred million years is an instant.

But my time has affected me like a thirst

I have recognized the moments before the event

and determined the start before a journey.

For an unborn embryo, no time is begun in the world

Without the cry of birth

driven by a prior event

is the embryo bereft of event?

My time is split like a cow’s hoof

the moments are chapped like the dark feet of the farmer

Before my birth, there was no auspicious time in the world

My cry heralded the beginning of the world.

RezaUddin Stalin

Rezauddin Stalin is a well-known poet in Bangladesh and beyond and is born on 22nd November 1962 in Jessore, Bangladesh.HehasdonehisBachelor'sdegreeinEconomics and MA in Political Science from Dhaka University. He is the former Deputy Director of Nazrul Institute where he was employed for 35 years. Stalin’s poems got translated into most languages in the world and he is also a well-known TV anchor and media personality in Bangladesh. Stalin is the founder and chairman of the Performing Art Center andisalso the senior editor of Magic Lonthon - a literary organization. wiki/Rezauddin_Stalin

He has received many awards and some accolades are:

Darjeeling Natto Chokhro Award India (1985), Bangla Academy (2006), MichealModhushudhan Dutta Award (2009), ShobhoShachi Award West Bengal (2011), Torongo of California Award USA(2012), Writers club Award California USA (2012), Badam Cultural Award California USA (2012), City Ananda Alo Award(2015), West Bengal, India, Centre Stage Barashat Award (2018), Journalist Association Award UK (2018) and Silk Road Poet Laureate Award Xi’an China (2020).

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