Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
PROF. SULTAN MUHAMMAD RAZZAK (Ph.D, Litt.D) was born in 1959 at Pabna of Bangladesh. He is inclined in culture at the age of 11. He is a thriving cultural think tank and advocates for introducing cultural conventions in Bangladesh and is an active voice in the contemporary cultural movement of the world. Sultan Muhammad Razzak obtained Masters’s in Bengali Literature from the University of Dhaka (Bangladesh). Among his achievements are two Academic Doctorate degrees –in Development through Mass Media. Doctor of Honoriz causa for lifelong contributions to cultural development and literary work. He completed a professional degree “UNESCO Expert Leader (d’ Animador UNESCO)” from UNESCO Eskola, Spain, and completed a course on ICT in Education from UNESCO Thailand. He is a playwright, director, poet, lyricist, actor, storyteller, contemporary academician, and translator.
North Star
The most unrest sea
All the waves are suffering from madness
Fishes and other water creatures
So scared
But I am still floating alone
Fearless – enjoying the stormy waves!
Everyone in the world knows me
I am the Sindbad
My ship has wrecked into pieces
How many days- I forgot
I feel all the salty waves are my tears
I don’t know where I am!
The days
I know – you are passing a delightful time
In a beautiful city
Under the sun or neon light!
But my days are boring
Don’t give me any direction.
Meaningless in unknown vast water…
Some lovely words through clouds.
The night is hopeful to me
I know the North Star
Which is very significant to me
I could follow my direction
I could feel your direction
I could feel the fragrance of your lips
I could see your eyes
I could see
You are reading my last letter
You are trying to get the smell of the sea
You are trying to send
You are confident about my returning home
And you are doing embroidery
On a beautiful silky piece of cloth
Picturing of garden with eternal spring.
Only you don’t know the news
My ship has wrecked down…
Don’t be afraid my dear.
I know the north star of the night
And I shall return
And sit beside you again in a spring garden
On a moonlit night!
I am coming back
I know the north star of night…
Pebbles
Yes.
I started my journey,
From the age of Neanderthals-
Or more before that,
That was an inquisitive travel,
To find out the steps in human history,
Spreading like pebbles for a long time,
And found pebbles in different colors,
Like in huge red and black pebbles,
Very few green, blue, white, and other colors,
I call them pebbles of historical parameters-
From the past to the present.
What is peace?
Is peace a dream?
Is peace an aesthetic something?
Is peace any expectation?
Is peace an agreement?
Is peace an emotion?
I see so many scriptures,
Holding up by so many statues on my path,
Symbolize debated word peace- in books,
Sea, sky, forest, or mountain,
All stood speechless, as they liked,
From the very beginning of inception.
To date, we have not-
Feeling like we are travel mates,
With equal expectations and emotions.
We are not competitors!
Love
Then the sea water was pitch black
What strange garden stars
Ornate the night sky.
So many stars there
Falling laughing
I ask why?
They replied with love!
I was on waves
In the sea
My body floats
The waves are laughing
Playing
On each other
Delighted with joy
Goes far away in moonlit
I say you are so fickle
Why are you so naughty?
They replied
You died so many years ago,
How do you understand – what is love?
