A GOODHAND BUT NOT GODHAND

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BY THE BY
ONE DAY MY TEACHER NURUL ISLAM TOLD ME
YOUR DREAM WILL COME TRUE
THEN I READ IN CLASS IX
AND WRITE OR MAKE ENGLISH POEMS
MY POETIC FRIEND AND
EXECUTIVE SURGEON SABERUL ISLAM
(MAHAMMOD ALI)
PAINT PLASMA ALL MY POEMS
I WONDED TODAY
I REALIZE THAT NOW
HE WAS REALLY MESSENGER OF ENGLISH LANGUAGE

I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO POEM
MY FATHER TAUGHT ME
BREAK IN SERVICE AND BRAIN BOMBARMENT
MY MOTHER TOUGHT ME CERAMIC DREAM
GOD GIFTED CERAMIC

I WRITE --I MAKE MY POEMS A GOOD HAND
BUT NOT GOD HAND
MY POEMS IS NOT GOD GIFTED POEMS
BUT MY ALL POEMS
BUT MY ALL POEMS WAS THE HONEY
OF MAHUA FLOWER
OF MY FLOWER EYE.

NOVEMBER 1995
COMILLA

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