Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
My name is Alam Mahbub, a poet from Bangladesh. I am writing to respectfully submit five original poems for your kind consideration for publication in Poetry Unites People.
With warm regards, Alam Mahbub
The Collage of Sleepless Nights by Alam Mahbub
There is no sleep—
the stairways of the house remain awake all night.
When time shifts, the closed doors will open;
women will once again arrange the household like birds.
Dreams cannot be found—
inside sleep, one must count the hours of waiting,
discard basil flowers
to stain the unreachable hours red.
On the slats of memory, there are no flashbacks—
only the illusion of broken trust,
stories of fallen leaves,
nothing but the sorcery of fog,
a collage of sleepless nights.
In war, red eyes measure loss.
The stored shadows of tomorrow ignite the evening,
casting light—
at the end of the story, the morning traveler calls out:
open the doors of the shadowed passage.
Poetry Awakens in Hostile Air by Alam Mahbub
In the fist of my hand, a red noon flower,
blood-soaked dry leaves.
Crystal light stained by sorrow-clouds,
mistaken journeys across distant roads.
I hear the sound of something breaking
in silent, secluded light—
the executioner’s delight.
War continues—
victory and defeat miscalculated.
Yet the unyielding vortex begins to dance.
In hostile air, poetry awakens.
Rain of light and darkness on fire-scorched flames—
life waits for life,
walking a long road,
a nameless Banalata of the forest.
