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Bio: The poet Alam Mahbub took birth in 31 October in 1962 at the deputy bari, Latur Poyar, upozella Gouripur, district of Mymensingh.
He earned the higher education Honours and Masters in Bengali language and literature in Mymensingh Ananda Mohan College. Now he is in a profession as a worker in a private business farm at Ishwarganj of Mymensingh.
His published books are
1. Jao Preme Jao Biplobe (February 1990)
2. Ghar Dake Rajpath Dake (February 2018)
3. Amar Behala Jane (Ekushey Book Fair 2019)
4. Daki Jadi Shara Dio (February 21, 2022)
5. Ek Je Chilo Sonar Konnya (Novel — February 2017)
Occasionally he writes and translates poetry into English.)
Goes by Alam Mahbub
Goes and goes, everything goes
The day goes by the time
And the night goes by the time.
Life also goes on
Into the light of the dark evening.
It rains in the dark with the flower pollen.
I see the river goes disbanding the chest,
Wearing anklet the juvenile goes.
The bird goes to sleep in deep
Breaking also the dam the water goes
The shadow of the noon goes too.
Dreams are broken love goes, love goes —
The boy goes to the girl friend with love;
Goes and goes, everything goes
But only the pain of mind never goes.
In All Those Backgrounds by Alam Mahbub
Man has gone so far on feet
Into the dark of the night
When the light of the day goes by heat.
The lamp at dawn is lit as the kite.
There’s the light is in women’s love
Then the dispute is settled
So the lives are a chorus laugh
She comes and extends her hand.
And all the stars of night
Everything else is also goes lost
Reaches on the earth and height
With the valuable cost.
And in all those background
The heart seeks into the sun is found.
In To The Dark by Alam Mahbub
While cut the thread the kite floats away
The sky cannot stop him
Cloud shadow calls the kite
By the river side.
The story of lonely at afternoon
Weeping of rain-drenched leaves —
Evening comes in the wrong shade.
Trees tremble in dancing but
At the end of the day the black shade stands
And the Illusory hours cut the thread
of relationship.
Man raises hands to the sky liking a floated kite.
Is Someone spinning a thread in to the dark?
