Poems by Toufiq Zohur from Bangladesh

Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού

Short bio-data: Toufiq Zohur is renowned poet and essayist of the generations of nineties. Born on 15 December 1973 brought up in Bogra, Bangladesh .He recieved  Bachelor degree in Bengali Literature. The handiwork of creativity is basically from journalism. ‘Al-Mahmoud and Others ‘(2004) Toufiq Zohur’s research book which is widely discussed at the time. The book of poems includes ‘Thirsnarta Chokher Akuti'(2016), ‘Pakhi Bikri Kahini’ (2019), ‘Ke amake Deke niye jay bare bare’ (2020), ‘Ei shahore Amar kono Premika nai'(2021), ‘Thanda Mangsho O Aguner Chulli’ a joint book of poetry with renowned Indian poet Trisna Basak(2021)  ‘Shabder Onkar,The Magical Echo of Sound, a joint venture with Bangladeshi poet Kushal Bhowmick (2022). Toufiq Zohur has been working as an Editor of  ‘Uddan’ a little magazine  on art, literature and philosophy since 1998. He got some prestigious award for his contribution in Bengali poetry from different platform in Bangladesh. Those are Dainik Bangali’s Kantha Writer’s Award(2019) and Poet Jibanananda Das Memory  Award(2020), Aparajito Shahitta Award(2022), Soumen Basu memory award, Kolkata(2022), Nawab Foijunnesa memory award(2022),Cesar Vallejo award(2022), Onkurodgom award (2022) Kolkata. His Poems and Article have been Published in many journal, Webpages, Daily news paper, Literature magazine, Little magazine in Bangladesh and abroad. His poem has been translated in english, arabic, Uzbekistan, Tazak, Bulgarian,Spanish language.  He participated many international poetry carnival in Bangladesh and others country of Globe. Like “Paper Fiber Fest 2022″ a few one. Toufiq Zohur is a famous  organiser in Bangladesh and abroad. From his own platform Uddan little magazine he started international poetry carnival (2020) and already it touches Worldwide Poets heart. Toufiq Zohur believes ” The sky of poetry is one. Poets has many language but Poetry tone are same”. He is also working in Tunisian Cultural Saloon as a Ambassador and Mexican famous Cultural and literature organisation UMEA also working as a Ambassador. Recently he has been selected as a Administrator by Founder President of World famous organisations The passion of Poetry ( POP), from USA. Last june2023 He has been selected as a Ambassador of Mil mentes por Mexico.

Nabuba- 21 Toufiq Zohur

A bamboo loft was built in the village
An afternoon take rest on bamboo loft
Water spilled into the pitcher of the walking bride
The soul is cooled by drink of faith
There is a hand comes forward with fall season’s  song
Only  to see your smile on earth
wearing the mask of king Tutankhamen
Returning again and again is pressed into the canoe of simplicity.

Nabuba-22 Toufiq Zohur

The commotion stops when the festival is over
From the sky comes down night text
The thirsty travellers prayer knows well the brass Pitcher
The sound of the bell are ringing in the current of the river
Heart becomes romantic with watermelon Colour
Nabuba, I remember the first taste of coffee in Sobhanbagher

Nabuba- 23 Toufiq Zohur

I want to Plant the collective music in the garden of mustard
Where the hem of the saree flies like a kite
To collect honey from Mustard flower Society of bees goes convergence
After sunset lets come to have a cup of hot tea
At the foot of the bridge of time
Walk to the tinkling sound of silk bangles
By dipping her feet in the green grass She calls Starlight
Picasso will paint a picture of her

Nabuba- 24 Toufiq Zohur

Two eyes wake up at dead night
Paper pages are shuffled on the magic table
My words lay in blind joys
Winter descends in my area at midnight
Has winter arrived in your yard?
Characters run through the train compartment without stopping
The soul is engrossed and lost to sees something
Shaken for aspirations of Love

Nabuba- 25 Toufiq Zohur

An Island wakes up when the eyes screen are removed
Green on green, stone, moss, pale harp
There is no long leisure in life, but Almighty  knows how to travel
The yellow flowers bloom early birth
My Love, you know, there is no way to back
The seeds of spring are buried in the labyrinth of forbidden sandalwood
Hey my woman, the volcanic disaster burned
My eyes which was full of Starlight from half a century
Looking west to east, there is stands
My Word child which has borned in your name

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