Summer of '94

By Abdullah Al Mamun

Summer of '94 is the fifth publication. There are 100 new poems in this poetry book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Apr 13, 2024

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Table of contents:

A cabin on top of a mountain.

A fragile man.

A homeless man.

A house by the river under a moonlit sky.

A kayak in the river.

A love story II.

A love story.

A magical place somewhere.

A man in a turban.

A surreal river.

A visit to Nepal in 2009.

America and its censure.

America is drug-addicted.

America’s love for Israel.

America’s proxy war.

An extraordinary leader.

Another year.

Anti semitism.

Artificial intelligence.

Because of you, Dad.

Black Lives Matter.

Blue Ferrari.

Blue is the color.

Bluewater.

Clone technology and immortality.

Crime against humanity.

Cyclone Daisy.

Dancing Bear.

Dazzling colors of nature.

Deep inside the Amazon rainforest.

Don’t be quick to judge someone.

Don’t make haste.

Fatal attraction.

Final goodbye.

Fireflies and my childhood.

First time in England.

Haunted.

Have no fear.

Her motherhood.

I am all that.

I met her at the Blue Moon.

Irony.

It’s World Poetry Day today.

Lakefront house.

Let go of your fears.

Life is beautiful.

Living every day is blissful.

Lonely afternoon in a picturesque valley.

Love in Andromeda.

Loves me, loves me not.

Masterpiece of God.

Miracle II

My anxiety.

My beautiful daughter.

My days in Turkey.

My graduation day.

My grandma’s double pond.

My grandma’s house is around the corner.

My new life.

My poetry, my drug II.

My romance with railroad tracks.

My sadness.

My siblings and I.

My spirituality.

My stream of dreams.

My university years in Turkey.

On your birthday.

Papaya boobs.

Parallel Universe.

Paranormal.

Red tomatoes.

Rich and famous.

River of the painted bird.

She is my unmade poetry.

Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands.

Spring in the Sundarbans.

Spring in Tunali Hilmi Road.

Summer of ’94.

Sunday Funday.

Sunrise on a purple sky.

Tale of a sea captain.

The earthquake of 1999.

The flour massacre.

The Greek Civilization.

The green green grass of home.

The invention of the wheel.

The weekend has a different meaning now.

Three sisters II.

Three wishes.

Time travel to the future.

To believe or not believe.

To my famous friend.

Ultimate sacrifice.

Vikings of the sea.

Walking barefoot in Java woodland.

Was it a dream?

We are the world.

What I can’t resist.

When you deeply miss a poem.

You can love again.

A cabin on top of a mountain

A cabin on top of a mountain.

When a storm brews you can be frightened.

It is evening when the storm is brewing.

There is very little space inside this cabin.

There aren't people around, the cabin is empty.

Get inside it before the storm comes, it is for your safety.

You might get thunderstruck or get blown away.

From the strong wind, the cabin starts to heavily sway.

There's no electricity at this height of the mountain.

Down below, to your surprise, there is a little fountain.

There's a narrow trail leading up to the cabin.

There are now thunderclaps and frequent lightning.

You can come here once in a while to unwind.

You cannot live here forever; you tell it to your mind.

When there is a full moon, it is a sight to behold.

You write your stories that have never been told.

This place is for a writer like you who needs isolation.

In peace, you can write poetry, fiction, or nonfiction.

You can come out with your best creation from a place like that.

Creativity needs inspiration, this is exactly the place for that.

A fragile man

Across the lake, there is a submerged hill.

There is a bright sun and the heat will just kill.

It's a painting of a sun swirling in the sky.

A man is standing before the lake,

His whole life is a lie.

The sun is reflecting on the water.

Back home he has a beautiful daughter.

Clad in a suit and a hat,

This man looks very sad.

The sun is about to go down.

He lives in a nearby town.

He likes to visit this place once in a while.

A loved one betrayed him, his heart is very fragile.

A homeless man

It is raining hard and a lone man is sitting beside a back street.

There are some dogs in the rain, for them he has some treats.

Clad in a shawl, the man feeds the dogs whenever he has some food.

Long-haired and bearded, this man is good.

A series of cars parked outside the street.

Raindrops drumming on the car roofs, it's a sensory treat.

Empty is the street, except for the man and the dogs.

For the man, the days are long slogs.

He moves from one place to another in search of food.

He was a simple man, not very shrewd.

He was a dignified man