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OF POET

ONLY POETS CAN DISPLAY  CHRIST'S ROLE


Poets dominate the future, and the dream they lit in eyes of the people- present and future making breeze between them, out spoken beyond awesome.
Since Tagore was awarded with the NOVEL  more than a dozen of person in either poetry or in prose are in pipe line, but it's truly fact that of them whether or not at least one person poet or writer will be honoured with the NOBEL. When I think regarding the matter, a icy, cold emotion rolls upon my neck thinking of the reason as few years 
                                           I DARE TO SAY, I DESERVE THE DIGNITY. 

ORHAN PAMUK, my master,TELL, can't I deserve it?










MOHAMMAD NURUL HUDA, poet and versatile genius dominating the present with new poetry movement along with the youth is a key person of current poetry wave. Sometimes a puzzling passion strikes the readers with different questions with no answers.

SYED SHAMSUL HAQUE, most striking literary person must be awarded with the NOBEL. Many envious eyes awkwardly stare at the questioners, and with no delay raise the question why do you think he's the worthy person. I'll remain silent and request them to read out his either poetry books or his proses comparing books of those who were already honoured with the NOBEL. 
Unlike SYED SHAMSUL HAQUE, they'll be referred to reading books of
                          SHAHID KATHRI
                         HASAN AZIZUL HAQUE
                         AL MAHMUD
                          AHSAN HABIB
                          SHAMSUR RAHMAN
                          SELIM AL DIN
                          and
                          many more (individually I'd like to write about them)
                         
                       

BUT,
                          SHAMSUR RAHMAN
                         SELIM AL DIN
                         AHSAN HABIB
                        
 The poets and the writer are above the AWARD although they all deserve the NOBEL.

Whatever Plato says about poet is a less significant notch, poets lit no doubt dream in eyes of people, society, state, and upcoming generation, isn't it?
ROBIUL HASAN, poet and Professorof Literature, has been in this arena, dares to say about it.
There remains nothing but dreams, that guide persons to their vision, isn't POET ROBIUL HASAN?
                     Man dies if they don't have dream.

Say Poet Mozid Mahmud, is it true or not?

Poets come, and lit dreams in eyes of all people.
At present world dreams die up
                           people are misled.

ONLY POETS CAN DISPLAY  CHRIST'S ROLE.

POET MOHAMMAD NURUL HUDA stands more bravely for the breathless youth to revive them.
O God, I know only MAN.
           

Hamid Rayhan
Poet, Fiction Writer







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Hush Hamid Rayhan Hush! Walk slowly Cries heap under the files World wakes in light of candle