Gambling

By Murtaza Tarin

Like light has colors, so is rainbow-BEAUTY of Murtaza Tarin's POETRY. In GAMBLING, the obscure BARD reconfirms the readers with his esthetic stroke of pen that ART is an inkling of NATURE! As a natural POET, he receives poems from NATURE! The fine-lined book circles around LOVE, BEAUTY, NATURE, women, social injustice, poverty around the globe, hunger, politics, history, religious dogmatism and above all HUMANITY. Tarin personally considers POETRY as the paragon of all forms of literature and is the manifestation of the sublime BEAUTY inherent in NATURE! With blue-space BEAUTY he concludes saying,
I don't create anything.
NATURE decorates me!
Isn't NATURE a self-evolving sublime ART?
I'm 'Princess Andromeda'
And also inking from the 'Andromeda Galaxy!'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543460957

Murtaza Tarin

Murtaza Tarin, an obscure BARD, was born in Bangladesh but now is an American. He is an accomplished POET, having published sixteen books of POETRY and one Novella in Bengali. This is his second appearance in the realm of American POETRY! His poems are in free verse. As a natural POET, he receives poems from NATURE! His poems circle around LOVE, BEAUTY, NATURE, women, social injustice, poverty around the globe, politics, history, religious dogmatism and above all HUMANITY. He personally considers POETRY as the paragon of all forms of literature and is the manifestation of the sublime BEAUTY inherent in NATURE! He is a physicist. He concludes saying, I dont create anything. NATURE decorates me! Isnt NATURE a self-evolving sublime ART? Im Princess Andromeda and also inking from the Andromeda Galaxy!

Book preview

A SEA OF SIN

Carrying a golden reminiscence of pain inside my memory, I weep alone.

You have made me guilty!

Making wearied under the burden of sin, you have said,

You are a sinner! You are a Villain!

But knowingly, I haven’t done any sin.

How long will the guiltless, crystal-clear river keep carrying

The pain of a sinful Life?

Ha! Ha! I’m a sinner! Am I a villain?

Carrying a golden reminiscence of pain inside my memory,

Carrying a transparent river of concealed tears deep inside my Mind,

I laugh. I burst into laughter.

Kanonbala, you too should burst into laughter more loudly,

Laying a stake against Life,

Out of the anger of your sold-out body to appease ruthless Hunger.

I and you are sinners, Lifetime offenders!

Carrying a gray sky of reminiscence inside my memory,

Clouds transform into torrents of rain!

Underneath the tree of Heart and golden Beauty,

On the green leaves of Life accumulate those raindrops of honest tears!

I and you are sinners! Sinners of the sea!

Carrying a sea of fabricated sin, which way should I propel?

Would you tell me?

10.05.1993

Dedicated to Iftekhar Murtaza and Dr. Dipu Moni

A WOLF IN SHEEP’S SKIN

These scenes of Life have no meaning.

You will lick an ice-cream and relish it. Uh! Ah! Oh!

And we will be left with scraps of food in a dustbin!

That’s not justice.

You will cut jokes with your ministers, and we will lick lollipops.

That won’t happen anymore.

According to your wish, you will devour the ballot box,

Or hide it in the loose end of your ‘sari,’

And being astonished, the masses will say,

                      "What a magic it is!

                      What a flawless target that one is!"

I don’t accept it anymore.

Olive-colored tanks will emerge on the streets of Dhaka

According to your will.

There will be no trace of Sheikh Mujibur Rahman.

You will kill the juvenile protester by a truck

And sell girls weighing in a balance beam.

I spit on the Heart of that city.

I will remain awake at dead night

And turn the pages of a book one after another thirstily,

And you will cut in the dance floor for a ball dance.

I don’t accept that anymore.

I choose to dance with you also in the floor, throwing away the loin cloth!

Using the posters printed with the message Education for All,

I will make veils, sell them,

And become a billionaire businessman!

At midnight, licking all the lipsticks of a supporting actress in a movie,

And the next day, revolving the five-foot stick at a public meeting

Like a magician,

I will also utter,

    "Have you seen a revolution? I will go for a nationalistic revolution!

    I will build mosques and hold an election!"

After delivering a fiery speech,

I will hold a knife on the bowel of an uprooted citizen and say,

"O, bastard! Never approach the ballot box.

If you go, you will be deported from your motherland."

Winking at a prostitute, I will say to her,

"Would you spend a night with me?

Really? Don’t you want to go with me?

I will give you a veil!

Let’s go!"

Still if I fail to fraud and persuade the election results and lose,

Then I, along with my dozen wives, will pee

And soak the Bangabhaban without the father of the nation.

The actress in the supporting role will say,

"Look! It’s raining!

Let’s get showered in this rain in the name of religion!"

The director of the movie will utter,

    "Stop. Stop genocide!

    My camera will be out of order!"

Although at the same time, in shivering cold,

                  Twenty people will die in Rangpur,

                  Twenty-three in Dinajpur, and

                  Fifty-seven in Panchagarh.

I will look into the newspaper and say,

"Bravo! Hundred gone! Century!

If people die this way,

Then population will decrease,

And the path to revolution will be open!

What is the need for contraception?"

These are meaningless.

You will go for break dancing, wear a golden medal,

And play soccer inside the parliament!

While sitting on the footpath, the masses will play Kabaddi,

And sometimes masticate bread with chili and yell, Hot!

We won’t let that happen anymore!

04.15.1994

In protest to Khaleda Zia’s pseudo-democratic regime

ADORNMENT

One day, this empty world will be filled with flowers!

Come! Come to me, that day!

I will embellish you in flowers with my both hands!

You will have a place deep inside my adorned Heart!

04.07.1994

ALMIRAH OF LOVE

I am handing you moonlit Beauty!

Those who call Birds through the moonlit eyes of the trees,

Laugh, fly, and rejoice in singing,

I form for them,

This incomparably beautiful time of my personal world!

Those who picture motion

And Moonlight in marvel out of Human tears,

I exude pearls of tears for them

In the streets, wilderness, and the palace of Poetry!

The woman who beautifies the frozen footpath in a wintery night

With Poetry